Chapter 402: Do You Still Grant Wishes?
Bishop watched from behind a tree as several old school army trucks rumbled down the path toward New Dawn Sanctuary. He was the one who had found all the parts. He was the one to put the vehicles together, grateful that they didn’t have any electrical components.
And now, the Sanctuary was profiting off his hard work.
The past him would have just let it go. He would have considered it beneath him to argue with the humans. After all, they were just doing what was in their nature. In fact, it was almost amusing to watch them scurry around like little ants, trying to get ahead in life.
But now it just managed to piss him off all that much more. They didn’t deserve anything of his, and it was about time that he took it all back.
Stepping in front of the convoy, he forced the lead car to stop.
"What de fuck, buddy," snarled a man, coming out of the front passenger seat. He had a rifle cradled in his arms like he was trying to prove that he was a threat, but not ready to act on it.
Silly mortal, didn’t he realize that the difference between life and death was a single second?
"Dere be easier ways ta die in dis world," continued the man, strolling forward until he was standing right in front of Bishop. It appeared that Bishop had been gone long enough that it seemed like no one recognised his face. Now wasn’t that just convenient?
"There are," smiled Bishop. He nodded his head, his hands deep in his pockets while he cocked his head to the side. "There are also a lot harder ways, too. Have you tried bleeding to death or being eaten by zombies?"