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 could feel both Mad Dog's and Gideon's eyes on me as they realized that I had two healers in my little family.


And that was what the guys were, I realized for the first time ever… my family.


I… Hagatha Lucinda LaRue… had a family.


"No," I replied, still reeling over the fact that I had made my own family. "I don't share. You don't get them."


"Well, Princess," murmured Mad Dog, his voice a soft purr as if he thought that that would be enough to sway me to his side. "If those are your terms, then there are only two paths for you going forward," he continued like he was a king on his throne. "The first is that you join the Scavengers so that you could be with the two Healers, or I can kill you now and just take them. That way, you no longer have to worry about sharing."


I blinked at him, trying to process his words. I got it; I didn't look like that much of a threat, but how far up your ass did your head have to be to think that any of that would work?


Chapter 267 - One of Those