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?

I have been learning a lot about myself ever since I left Père's house. Seriously, I have been really impressed with each step forward that I never thought I would be able to take. I have learned what I am… and I have learned what I am not.


"Are we there yet?" I whined, wrapping my arms around Tank's neck as he held me in his arms. We had been standing in line outside the Sanctuary for what felt like years. Unfortunately for me, Tank has assured me that it has only been ten minutes.


"Not yet," chuckled Tank, not at all put out about my reaction and lack of patience. "But we should be able to get in before sunset."


Seeing as it was barely noon, I was damn well hoping that we would be inside in the next eight hours. If not… I was going to write a strongly word letter to the person in charge.


Shaking my head, I decided to get Tank to write the letter. Yeah, that would work much better.


Chapter 406 - New Rules