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

"Huh," grunted Désiré as he watched Tank ripping through the crowd in his Hellhound form. "Don't see dat every day."

Salvatore nodded his head with a grunt of his own as the two of them tracked Tank's progress. There was a human man running not that far behind him. But unlike the rest of the humans, he didn't seem to be trying to get away from the pissed off hound, but seemed to be getting closer to him.

"Wanna know a problem?" mused Désiré as he kept an eye on the female doctor in front of him.

Salvatore scoffed as if it was clear exactly what the problem was, and Désiré nodded. "Yeah. Dat's my problem, too."

"Get your asses over here and help these people out!" called out the female doctor who had yet to introduce herself. Désiré's eyes narrowed at the woman, but neither he nor Salvatore moved an inch.

Weak