Chapter 65: Protecting Me
The sound of his men’s screams and pleas was grating on Dante’s nerves. There was nothing he wanted to do then jump into the middle of the fight, but he knew better.
It was his men’s job to act as his weapon. That meant that they needed to be prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for him if needed. The only shitty part was that he had no idea what was going on outside of the cocoon of snow that blew around him.
"You seem on edge," murmured the girl standing beside him. She appeared to be clutching a Teddy bear that he hadn’t seen with her before, but other than that, she was completely calm.
Almost too calm.
"And you don’t," he stated, his voice devoid of emotion. He knew better than to trust a woman, and if she was this calm with the enemy so close, then she clearly had an escape plan.
"Would it change anything?" she asked, turning so that her milky white eyes were staring in his general direction. It almost made him uneasy to be the center of attention... like he was being judged and found wanting.
"Excuse me?" snapped Dante, his back up at the feeling that he was lacking in some way.
"Would me being on edge change anything? Would it make the zombies disappear if I was on edge? Would the snow go away? Would it make sure that Tank and Mathis returned safe and sound?"
The fact that this child was being so logical while he was coming apart at the seams enraged Dante even more.