Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse

"And we’s sure dis is what we’s want?" murmured Max softly as he turned his head in the direction of the survivors. Their fires were glowing like beacons of hope in the darkness, offering solace to all who needed it. "Dere be no turnin’ back after dis." "If you are unsure, then go back to René," sighed Luca, clasping a hand on Max’s shoulder. "You know we will never force you to do something you don’t want to do. Becoming the villain isn’t for everyone."

"So dramatic," grunted Dimitri as a silver metal seemed to ooze from his skin, encasing his knuckles in the hard surface. "Who’s dumb enough ta call demselves de villain? We be Prince Charmin’s... creatin’ a kingdom fer our woman."

"I’s feel like ma and pa be goin’ through a divorce," sighed Max, closing his eyes. "And dey both want me."

"Dat’s where you be wrong," chuckled Ronan as he strolled forward, his hands turning black as his mist rose out of him. "Neither ma nor pa wants ya. Dey knows who’s de favorite."

"Quiet." Luca’s voice cut through the chatter. He scanned the survivors’ camp, calculating everything. They had set up under an overpass, using the structure for protection. Whoever was leading them wasn’t dumb enough to leave them completely unprotected, which meant that they were expecting some company.

The only problem was if they were expecting humans or if they knew something Luca and the others didn’t.

Oh well, that was a future problem. Right now, it was time to take the first step of the rest of their lives and get their hands dirty.

"They’ve got food, water, and supplies," Luca announced. "We’ll take it all. They won’t need it where they are going.