NovelSearch Chapter 54: Are You Satisfied?
Chapter 54: Are You Satisfied?
Chapter 54: Are You Satisfied? The women and I arrived in the hallway just in time to watch the two mutated zombies throwing the brothers over the railing and down to the waiting zombies.
As soon as the stupid zombies smelled dinner, their moans grew louder and louder until they almost managed to drown out the sound of the brothers’ screams.
"Fuck," muttered Prue from where she stood beside me. "I wish there were no zombies in this house at all."
Letting out a low moan of my own, just as my inner voice announced that a deal had been accepted, I turned to Prue. "If you take nothing from tonight, please just remember this: never wish for things if you can help it."
Both the mutated and smart zombies disappeared as soon as the deal was expected, and instead of the brothers landing on soft zombies, they landed on the hard floor.
"Where did the zombies go?" demanded Sunny, turning around to look at me. "I wished that they had a miserable death, so where is their miserable death?"
We could all hear Jeremiah’s and Isaac’s moans as they lay down on the floor, their limbs at odd angles.
Walking over until I was clutching the handrailing, I stared at the two very much alive men. "You’ll have to thank Prue for wishing the zombies away."
Honestly, I had no idea what was going to happen next. But the one thing I did know was that three brothers were going to die a miserable death tonight, no matter what.
Wait....
Three brothers...
Where’s Jimmy?
As if thinking his name managed to conjure the scumbag, Jimmy’s screams echoed throughout the now-silent house.
"Huh," I grunted, leaning my elbows on the railing as I stared down at the scene in front of me. "I can’t say I saw that coming."
Jimmy, still screaming bloody murder, ran out of the kitchen area, clutching his bleeding arm. His balance was off, and he kept stumbling as he looked over his shoulder, his face twisted in fear.
Tripping over a side table he had never noticed, his cries broke off as he tried to catch himself from hitting his head on the corner of the coffee table. "Save me!" he screamed, his frantic eyes
"Perfect," I smiled as the first clown stepped onto the landing of the second floor. "Now, there is only one thing left to do."