The Long Walk [boyxboy]

The Long Walk [boyxboy]

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Last published Wed, Dec 6, 2017

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'We didn't know of the coming disaster that would sweep us from our feet. There had been no signs, no warning of the destruction we faced. It had been so sudden, none of us had been prepared for it. The virus swept through this green earth with such ferocity and cruelty, it didn't bare any remorse, no signs of mercy. It didn't know any barriers, it was driven by pure need to survive. It didn't care if you were a child, adult, black, white, rich, poor. If your heart was beating; then your fate had already been set.' This story contains male on male romance.

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