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Ongoing, First published Jun 17, 2018
Mature
[ˈlimərəns]

NOUN

the state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one's feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship.

Life for Carter has never been the best. His parents died when he was young and he has been transferred from foster care to foster care for as long as he can remember. The zombie apocalypse didn't do him any favours. Since the beginning he made the executive decision he was going to survive in the hellish world alone. His lack of faith in humanity didn't help either, especially since he saw them turn and continue to eat each other. That was going to be how he died, alone, just like how he was born into the world. That is, until he met Ambrose.
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