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, would you like to repeat that?" asked Dante, looking down at the man he didn't recognize at the front gate.

The man glared at him like he was some sort of scum on the bottom of his shoe. "I said that you are not welcome here. Go fuck off, and maybe you won't be killed."

"This is the Dragon's Lair?" asked Chang Xuefeng as he looked at Tank. Tink was trailing behind the four men, but he was making his anger apparent with the swish of his tail.

"It is," replied Tank, his eyes narrowing on the man at the gate. They hadn't been gone all that long, maybe a bit more than a month, but he hadn't really been counting. How could things have gone to shit like this so soon?

"And this is the safe haven you have prepared for your little Lamb?" While Chang Xuefeng might not have meant it how it sounded, the condescending tone that he was using was enough to set Tank off.

Food Is Food