The Bone King

The Bone King

Lectures 37
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Chapitres 2

Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins

Dernière publication mar., sept. 17, 2019

Fiction

Action & Thriller

Mots-clésbook2 romance teenfiction zombielove

The World has changed after "The Outbreak" years later, groups of survivors look for the reason for "The Outbreak" and a safe haven to call home, the infected roam the remains of what's left. Many survivors have banded together to form walled cities, towns and villages. The infected are split between three fraction; infected, undead and Feral. Infected: slow and blind but have a greater sense of smell and strength, form pacts of 50 or greater. Have leaders that are bigger than an average human and are physically mutated. Undead: greater strength, smell, speed and sight, are not cannibalistic. wear removable metal face masks, half human and half infected. helped create the "walls". Feral/s: mutated and fast defining features are claws and shark-like needle teeth. This is my first story, so sorry for any grammar mistakes. This has not been influenced by stories/anime or manga, all characters are OC's. I do not own any artwork. Thanks

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