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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 · 1M Views

A Hamsters Stupid Life on Deaths Door

Have you ever seen a hamster die of old age? Ask any hamster owner, and they’ll tell you the most horrifying story you’ve ever heard. Drowned in a toilet, trapped in a laundry machine, electrocuted by a phone charger, or worst of all, vanished without a trace, only for the cat to look way too satisfied. Hamsters never go peacefully. But what if they were given intelligence? Would they finally live out their full lifespans? Or would it just make them understand how cruel their tiny existence really is? And what if it wasn’t just the hamsters? What if every rodent, mice, rats, guinea pigs, became smart enough to stop being prey? Fifty years after the experiment, rodents have done more than just survive. They’ve built underground civilizations, mastered tools, and even begun whispering about a war. Because they know the truth now: the world was never made for them. But something else changed. Something bigger. Because humans weren’t the only ones playing with intelligence. The cats were watching. And now? They aren’t just hunters. They’re rulers. Tacticians. Puppet masters. They don’t just chase their food anymore. They lure it in. And they’re so patient. Nibble, a clueless but strangely lovable hamster, never asked to be part of this. He just wanted food, warmth, and a nice safe burrow. Instead, he’s running for his life alongside his scrappy siblings, his battle-hardened mother, and his utterly stupid but weirdly lucky guinea pig father. Because the cats? They don’t want food. They want control. And in the end, it’s not about who’s smart. It’s about who stays prey, and who finally fights back. "Wait... why is my cat just sitting there, staring at me?" "Why are you looking at me like that... like you know something?" "Wait. Why are your paws, why are they—why are they bloody?" "...Where’s my baby?!!"
Zombeater · 9.9K Views

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Aleixa_Silva · 707 Views
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