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

Gluttony couldn't hold back his laughter as the fat pig in front of him dropped to the floor so fast he ended up breaking his own nose. "That's gotta hurt," he continued to chuckle as the man started to choke on his own blood.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Hattie, her head still resting on his shoulder as the two of them continued to stare at the meat sack.

"How should I know? Do I look like a doctor?" gasped Gluttony, and he gently booped Hattie's nose. "Come on, we'll let him die in peace. Why don't you show me around a bit?"

"Yes, and he can't," sighed Hattie; however, her answers made absolutely no sense to Gluttony.

"I'm sorry, Pudding Pop, could you try to say that again?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as he looked at his treasure. The feeling of her in his arms was something that he couldn't explain, even if he had a thousand words to describe it.

A Roommate From Hell