Hello I'm back birthing new project. This will be a short one, not really long so don't worry.
The outline is all finished. The problem is if I'm fast enough to edit, revise, proof read and all.
[What will reader get from this story?]
Zombie apocalypse, strong seme, younger seme, shameless seme, cringe seme (Like I really want to make a cringe seme since a long time ago, more cringe than Raphael from Cantilever, so i try to make him as cringe as possible to the point reader will try to hide to avoid the embarassment lol bear with me plsss), pervert seme, yapper seme, slow burn romance, killing zombies, beautiful and fierce uke, strong uke, mentally ill uke, traumatized uke, sniper uke, older uke, cat with anger issue uke, power couple, political conflicts, gay sex, misunderstanding, both have their own regret. No rape.
Trigger Warning :
Blood, zombie, violent act, sensitive contents as this is an apocalypse, 18+ bed scenes, mild politics.
Synopsis :
"I know where your little sister is. She's still alive."
"What are you trying to get from me, to admit something unbelievable? Selena is dead! I witnessed her death with my own eyes!"
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Hoping to believe the man's words, even though they sounded like nonsense, something that tugged on his vulnerability, Sorn agreed to join the nameless independent survival group led by a strange man.
Ralf, a mysterious man immune to the zombie virus, someone with unique abilities that sometimes made Sorn think he was not human.
The more he interacted with the man, the more confusing things became for Sorn. He was reluctant to admit that being friends with him wasn't entirely unpleasant. Eventually, when Ralf revealed his past, Sorn became more convinced that meeting his sister was a goal worth pursuing. Even so, he couldn't truly believe that his sister was still alive, as Ralf claimed. The memory of watching her get eaten by a horde of zombies was still fresh in his mind.
"I promise I'll bring your sister back. Before your birthday comes, you'll see her right in front of you. Will you trust me?"
Sorn's chest felt warm and oddly fluttery, he simply nodded, trusting the man in silence—though it was very difficult to say so verbally.