Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 295: I Can Help

Tank glared at Eric as he pushed past him and walked into the kitchen. It had been driving him crazy all day, stuck as a dog as another man claimed to be his woman’s husband.

It wasn’t like he refused to share, but she had eight other men that she could have chosen from for that role.

"And just think," purred Hattie as she took a sip from her glass of milk. "If we had gone all together, then you wouldn’t have had to put up with it."

"Reading minds now, Little Lamb?" grunted Tank, leaning forward until he could take her lips into his own. Kidding her as if he was merging their very souls together, Tank couldn’t help but reach for her hair, pulling her in even closer. "This plan is shit," he grumbled, pulling away just enough to be able to see his woman’s face.

"I said that from the start," Hattie sighed as she picked up the chicken burger on her plate. "But if I remember correctly, you all outvoted me."

Tank couldn’t help but cringe at the note of anger in her voice. However, at the time, he really did think that they were doing the right thing.

"Tank?" grunted an unwelcome voice in the kitchen and Tank let go of Hattie long enough to claim one of the seats beside her. "Holy crap. You’re alive."

Looking at the man who was once his good friend, Tank couldn’t help but let out a low growl. Images of Ghost’s betrayal and then Bishop’s made his hands sweat as he wondered where Eric was going to fall. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Eric," replied Tank with a brisk nod. "It’s been a while."

"A little over four years," agreed Eric, looking back and forth between Tank and Lucy. "I was out getting some information for Dante when the apocalypse hit. I tired to find you guys, but by the time I had made it back to the country, the entire base was gone."

Tank hummed as a large plate of bacon, eggs, sausages, toast, and pancakes appeared in front of him.

Digging in, he didn’t bother to respond.

"I saw Dustin, too," mused Eric as he cautiously walked forward to sit down on the other side of Lucy. However, no plate appeared in front of him.

"I know," sneered Tank. "I was there. If you want dinner, you are going to have to think about what you want."

Nodding his head, Eric decided to give it a go. Clearly, there was no talking to Tank until the man had eaten, so he might as well eat, too.

A steak with a baked potato and a salad appeared in front of him, and he quickly dug in. There was no point in asking questions, and he wasn’t about to piss off whoever was feeding him in case they decided to take it away.

"I’m going to see Tink, and then I’m taking a nap," announced Lucy as she gave Tank a kiss on the cheek. "Wake me up when you are ready to leave."

Tank accepted the kiss, and Eric’s shield against the pissed-off mafia man skipped out of the room.

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"I feel like I should apologize," said Eric, putting down his knife and fork. He wasn’t even halfway through his plate of food, but the tension in the kitchen was giving him indigestion.

"Oh?" mused Tank as he looked at the man. The more he looked at his friend, the more pissed he got. Eric had all the same looks as the rest of them... black hair, bright green eyes, and the five o’clock shadow that never went away.

He was fit, he was tall, and he had tattoos.

In fact, the only downside about Eric that Tank could see was that he was human.

"Why are you apologizing?" Tank continued, pushing his empty plate forward. It quickly disappeared and a cup of bourbon quickly took its plate.

"No idea," admitted Eric, tilting his head to the side. "But whatever I did was bad enough that you want to rip my head clean off my shoulders." The other man chuckled, but there wasn’t much humor in it. "If you could just let me know where and how to avoid your landmines, then I think we’ll get along just fine."

Tank snorted at that but took a sip of the liquor before replying. "I hate your face. Can you do something about that?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"You never had that big of problem before. In fact, you used to find it funny how much Dante and I looked alike," replied Eric, slowly cutting into his steak. Since Tank was drinking and not going for his gun, Eric felt it was safe enough to fill his stomach.

After all, he had no idea when he was going to get this good of a meal again.

"Yeah," admitted Tank with another grunt. "And trust me when I say that Dante is going to have an even bigger issue with you popping back up in our lives."

Eric scoffed at that absurdity. "While Dante might have had a giant stick up his ass about work, he never had an issue with me."

Before Tank could reply, Lucy stuck her head into the room, pulling Eric’s attention away from his food. It was like there was some sort of magnetic pull between him and her, and it had been there since the first time he heard her speak.

"That is what he is going to have a problem with," whispered Tank as he walked over to Lucy. "What do you need?"

"Tink needs some food," the woman said, looking between the two men. "I’ve promised to bring back some tomorrow."

"Of course," agreed Tank, and Eric couldn’t help but wonder who or what Tink was. "Get to bed before I tell Daddy that you didn’t nap."

Lucy gave Eric one last look before sticking out her tongue and skipping off.

"I can help you," replied Eric. "I don’t know where you are or what you are doing, but Lucy is by herself in New Dawn Sanctuary. I can keep her safe."

"First," started Tank, the soft look on his face completely disappearing. "Her name is Hattie, not Lucy. Second, I am there with you guys, so don’t imply that I have abandoned my woman in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. And third..."

There was a long pause before Tank closed his eyes and sent up a small prayer. "You are going to need to know everything."