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

"I'm sorry, Sir," I said, making sure that my voice was as weak as I could make it. Looking up, once again, from Gluttony's shoulder, I stared at my mother's husband. "I had a bad dream."

Marcus' teeth gnashed together as he tried to control his temper, but it was clear he didn't like anyone else touching what was his. The expression on his face was a husband coming home, only to discover his wife was cheating on him with the neighbor. However, he needed to keep his shit together and not explode since there was an outsider around.

If he wasn't careful, he might just give himself an aneurysm and drop dead as a result. Ah, a girl could only dream.

Marcus scratched at the mosquito bite on his neck as he watched the fucking doctor holding up his girl's ass. The sting of his fingernails as it scraped enough skin off the bump to make it bleed still wasn't enough to reign in his temper.

Anything You Want