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Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse

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?

Devilbesideyou666 · Sci-fi
Not enough ratings
80 Chs

Break The Streak  

"Slowly look around the room, focus on the newcomers," growled the voice in Tank's head as his little Lamb gently pushed the spoon away from her mouth.

 

'They aren't important,' shrugged Tank, not caring about why Dante had sent the Interrogator and the rest of the Guardians to his apartment. He knew the reason why. There was no way he could point a gun at Dante's head and live, so they were here to kill him.

 

Ask him if he cared.

 

"She is looking through your eyes right now," informed the demon inside of him. "I can feel her inside here with us. She needs to know what is going on."

 

It took more power than Tank thought he had to drag his gaze away from his Lamb's face. But if she needed him to be her eyes, then that was what he would be.