Grinning 'Till End
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Ongoing, First published Apr 16, 2023
~ Once again, another outbreak happened. It is normal to, but this time, it was lethal. Everything burned to ground as dread screams and cries for moms echoed throughout the night- the day the so called Mindless, often referred as zombies appeared. The virus or parasite (Still unknown)- or whatever the heck aliens did this time spread throughout the whole world, nowhere was safe, and where once was terrorist attacked again and again. 
Mindless rotten bodies now had life, and every bite, scratch, anything with their bodies would spread this illness to others, refusing to die until it's brain or spinal cord were broken in pieces. Where once death roamed now it feasted with blood, flowers blooming where one people took over.
...While it is a shame, and it is indeed cliche as hell, something slightly unexpected happened. A boy, more specifically, an amnesiac crazy-like boy happened. Waking up inside some random ruin, not more than two-three days after he woke up, a boy no older than 19 stretched with a big smile-
After all,
That's the only thing he know. 

(TL;dr a boy with a mind so fucked up by trauma 'n past woke up with little memories about his old life, but cus of drama and sake of new ideas, this boy here cannot feel anything besides the pure happiness. Zombies around? Happy! Bodies being tear apart? Happy! Blood everywhere sun can reach? Happy! White eyes at darkness where putrid smell comes? Happy!
A curse in disguise as a blessing, not being able to feel and function normally while seeing the hell as a twisted heaven? 𝑯𝑎𝑝𝑝ʏ. 𝑶ʜ 𝑮𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠s, 𝑯𝑜ᴡ 𝑯𝑎𝑝𝑝ʏ!)

                            - 𝑮𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 '𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ᴇɴᴅ-
                                     (By Lux)
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