Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse

I see dead people—nothing special in a zombie apocalypse, even a blind girl sees them. I thought I’d be Cinderella, but instead of mice, I got demons who crave chaos. Chaos makes life worth living. My gift? Granting wishes. I’m a genie without a bottle, trading favors and souls for momentary desires. Humans beg for food, shelter, revenge. I deliver—for a price they never read the fine print on. By the time they realize their loss, I’m gone. I look young, broken by starvation and abuse. They think I’m alone. They’re wrong. My demons never leave, whispering encouragement in my head.