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

The woman scoffed at my statement but didn't bother to deny it either. She seemed content to just remain in the silence while the lack of noise was starting to drive me crazy.

"Why am I here? Can you at least open your mouth and tell me that?" I sighed, taking another sip of the bourbon. Was I old enough to be drinking this shit? Not at all... but come on, who was really going to call me out?

"You are here because you found your way to me," she said, her bright blue eyes turning cold for an instant before they resumed their innocent look.

"Great," I nodded. Now that we had established that… "How do I get home?"

Once again, she let out a sharp breath that was borderline a scoff before she took another sip of coffee. "Try clicking your heels three times and say, 'I want to go home'."

"You're a bitch, you know that, right?" I blinked at her. "It's not like I want to be here. I don't even know who you are. Fuck, I wish one of the guys were here."

You Never Told Me Your Name