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 soft click of the door opening was enough to wake me up, but it wasn't like I was dead asleep either… Ha!

"Morning, Mommy," I yawned as I sat up in bed. Stretching out all the creeks and cracks in my back, I turned over to see my companion. "Morning to you, too," I shrugged. The maggots crawling around the empty eye socks were enough to make me pass over my rice craving, but otherwise, I almost felt bad for the creature.

It was clear that he was young, maybe no more than 18, when he died the first time around. However, it was clear that no matter how much Mommy Dearest was taking care of him, he was still decomposing faster than she would have liked.

Then again, he was a walking dead body who wasn't walking. Exercise was very important, even for the dead. It was nothing that got the tummy grumbling louder than stumbling after prey. The poor kid was missing out on the best part of the afterlife.

A Lie Or The Truth?