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 gently rested my head on the other side of the door as I listened to the guys talking outside. I knew there was no way I was going back to sleep, and I didn't see the harm in listening in to their conversation…

But that plot twist? Not even I saw that coming.

"So," I murmured softly. "I am the original Devil, and Luci was trying to play dress-up."

If I looked back on our conversation, the things that didn't quite make sense started to become clearer. Like the fact that she seemed to hate me. I was right to think that she was jealous because she was. I was the person she had been pretending to be for over 10,000 years.

And after all that time, she probably got too comfortable so that when I showed up, she had no idea what to do.

But the woman in my head seemed to have been different… she didn't seem to hate me or was jealous of me. In fact, more often than not, she seemed proud of me.

The Truth Amongst The Lies