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

"You donna need ta be worryin' about our bed, mon bon frère," called out Désiré, his voice a soft purr that still managed to reach the ears of his old friend. "We's be likin' our bed just fine."

"Give us your supplies and no one needs to die," repeated Réne, his eyes trying to make out the details of the men he used to call his brothers. 'Mon bon frère', my good brother. Fuck him. If they were such good brothers, then they wouldn't have left him alone while they went sniffing after some chick that didn't care about them at all.

"We heard you the first time," called out Dante, even as Pride scoffed inside of his head. "Maybe you should try coming up with something new."

"Who the fuck are you?" demanded a second man as he came to stand beside Réne. The man was obviously built differently from Réne, and even with Réne's size and muscles, he was still a lot smaller. "Why do you sound familiar?"

A Matter of Pride