Don't listen to her. the death was instant, they said. but you can still smell the rot and shit, the smell of the car. Stop listening to her. the mans pulpy remains, the brain stuck in your hair. he was going too fast. She won't stop speaking, taunting. now here you are, in your grandmothers apartments ready to start anew. The two boys intrigue you, but will they be like every other male you have met? will they run their fingers up your spine, whisper sweet nothings- that make you want to vomit? hopefully, you can wash away your past. like that of writing in the sand; cleansed by the sea.

When you're dead, you're dead, right? One dead guy used to think so. He doesn't know who he is or why he is at all, but he knows one thing; he'll do anything to 'survive' - and one day, he learns exactly how much that's going to take when he is captured by four living. "Bloodhearts" is a science fiction story, but not your average zombie tale. Interested? Then turn to the first page... A warning: This is a dystopian sci fi story - but it's also a story about two guys in a relationship. If that's not your kind of thing, you might want to find something else to read :)