An Apocalyptic Pack

An Apocalyptic Pack

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture12 m
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication sam., nov. 26, 2022
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Fiction
Romance
Two former chemistry partners reconnect. The only problem? It's the zombie apocalypse and they are on the run for their lives. A temporary alliance to reunite with family, but what happens when feelings get in the way? ---------------------------------------- "Should we pinky promise?" "What?" "Like, if we're going to trust each other," he explains. "Then we should make a pack." "With a pinky promise?" He shrugs his shoulders and gives me a toothy grin. "Why not?" I give him a small smile, "Alright then." We stand up and extend our hands to each other, pink out. "So," I begin as I hook my pinky with his. "We will travel south together, then go different ways?" He nods his head, still making eye contact with me, "And we will watch each others back and stay loyal. "Deal?" "Deal." --------------------------------------- Romance with action side plot
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Two girls fighting for survival, in a destroyed world. A world where people eat each other and are beyond recognition. Can they trust each other? will they be able to make it to the end together? They WILL survive They CAN survive They SHOULD survive And they do it TOGETHER... or not... a part from the book: I kill one with my ice axe and pull my gun out to shoot another coming close. 1... 2... I pull my ice axe out of the head of the zombie I just killed and put my gun back in, to immediately reach for my knife, and directly throwing at a Z. 3... We continue killing. 4... 5... 6... I hear them all breath heavily. 7... Shit, my arm starts hurting, but I can't stop, or else I get killed. I deepen my ice axe into one zombie, and push another one away with my leg, to hit it afterwards. 8... 9... *Not edited* #3 in virus #10 in Mutation #17 in Zombies #35 in disaster #43 in disease

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