Devilbesideyou666

I see dead people. 

But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special. 

For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.

Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living. 

Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit. 

My gift is granting wishes. 

I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price. 

I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness. 

But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.

I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything. 

After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.

My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.

My name is Hattie, welcome to my world. 

Would you like a cup of tea?

Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse

"And you decide to tell me this all now?!?" demanded Dante, his smile long gone. He has so many plans to complete before bringing Hattie back to the Dragon's Lair and proving that they could protect her.

Why the fuck hadn't Tank told him sooner?!?!

Tank shrugged, not at all concerned with Dante's reaction. Hell, the man was lucky, he had told him. It wasn't his fault that he had a demon inside of him with a direct line to the most perfect creature in the world…

"I had to tie up a couple of things," replied Tank, a smug smile on his face. He had fed one of the traitors he had found to the little puppy in the basement, but Tank needed to make sure that no one else was going to stumble onto something they shouldn't.

After changing out the locks on the interior door and the one leading to the outside, he told the guards still guarding it that no one was allowed to go inside.

Stay Away From My Fucking Husband