Sun, sex and the rise of the apocalypse (slow updates.)
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"Cause your a good girr-l I know you want it, uh uh uh - so come and get it." Murmured Dante as he aimed the cross bow at the zombified teenaged girl. Pulling the trigger, the head of the arrow imbedded itself in the creatures rotten forehead.
"HEAD SHOT!" He exclaimed before being slapped round the back of the head by a girl his age. "Knock it off Elijah, the guys just trying to get some practice." Caesar slurred from behind a whisky bottle, kaki green eyes squinting at the pair through a messy over grown blonde fringe. "Shut your face dipshit!"
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These three are barely managing to get along,yet alone survive. Caesar's the grieving alcoholic,Elijah is the girl with anger issues and then we have Dante,the jokester who lives to aggravate her.
Expect dark humour,steamy parts,highs,lows,strong language and anything else that you get from this epic tale.
Authors note:Please comment and stuff because hearing from you lovely people makes me warm and fuzzy...hope you guys enjoy. :)