Chapter 331: The Supernatural World
As of on cue, and I swear I had nothing to do with it, the elevator opened, and a swarm of guards in combat gear and guns poured out like clowns in a clown car.
"You know what we are missing?" I sighed, slumping a bit on my throne. "The killer clowns. I kind of miss the freaks. They seemed to have added just the right amount of spice and screaming to any situation."
Gerald looked at the approaching men and women like he had just been granted a reprieve from death. I almost didn’t have the heart to tell him that he was simply dreaming while awake.
"They aren’t here to save you," I sighed, wishing that this man was a bit more entertaining. "You’re here... that makes you a failed experiment. And what do we do to failed experiments?"
Before Gerald could reply, one of the lead guards shot a man with too many arms in the head, causing him to fall to the ground. I wanted to say that he was dead, but unlike the soldiers who were ’clearing’ the floor, I was smart.
"Excuse me?" I called out, raising my hand. When the lead soldier’s gun swung around to point at me, Tank rose to his feet with a threatening growl. "He’s not dead yet," I kindly reminded the man, even as the octopus-man shakily rose to his feet, his flesh turning from an olive color to a sickening green one.
"I’m going to assume that everyone in this base is a zombie," I whispered loudly to Gerald, even as a barrage of bullets tore holes into the octo-man. If he survived, I was really going to have to come up with a better name for him.
Doc Oct? No, that was done and probably copyrighted. Even in the apocalypse, I wouldn’t be surprised if lawyers and cockroaches managed to survive longer than the rest of us. I was not going to mess with them.
When one of the soldiers toward the back lit a flamethrower, I knew I no longer had to worry about the name.