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 one thing that I hated more than anything else in this world was being bored.

Torture me, rip my arms off my body, burn me with cigarettes, cut me up like … well, you get the point. But whatever you do, don't leave me tied to a chair with nothing to do but be in my own head.

I was starting to go batty, and it hadn't even been a full day since Adam plucked me off the streets with a gun to my head. Could we go back to that? I could so do with a gun to my head. Just… give me something to do.

"Sorry it took so long," announced Gerald as he opened the door to my room. "But I guess you were pretty happy to have been left alone all this time."

"Oh, sure," I assured him, rolling my eyes. "Being left here without anything to do is definitely my idea of a great time. How about next time, you stab a pencil into my eye first? That would make it even better."

Can We Go Back To Torturing Me?