What would happen if a casual stoner and a suicidal nerd got stuck together during the zombie apocalypse? Warning: This fanfiction will contain a fuck ton of swearing, suicidal thoughts/actions, and a shit ton of gay. If you don't like that, then you're out of luck. (side note or whatever: best description ever ikr? Idk how to explain this.. just go with it)

Yuuri is a young man living on his own in a small town. Legend has it that vampires that once lived there acted as the town's guardians. While the story seemed fun, Yuuri is not entirely convinced. That is, until he met Victor. I do not own Yuri! on Ice May be cursing/blood/ slight gore.

They hurt me, burned me, scarred me. Three months it took for the pro's to find me. Three months of torture, and even thought I am out of their grasp I can't stop. The feeling of a blade across my skin. A match to my scarred chest. I can't stop. I can't. People try and help me but none of them understand what I have gone through. All but one. He has scars of his own. His own cuts, his own burns, his own impurities. We are old that two wrongs don't make a right, but do two people who have been wronged do something right IMPORTANT NOTE This story is not for the faint of heart. Story includes -Cutting -Suicidal thought -Torture -Vivid and gory imagery