The time is modern day. China has become fed up with the Americans not paying the debt back to them. They sent a missile to the capitol with a disease. This disease became air-born. Whenever someone died by not being shot in the head they turned into a zombie. This spread to all countries. People got scared. They hoarded their food, formed alliances, anyone with sense now carries a gun. People have killed other survivors just for food. This world had become quite frankly, fucked up.
Cry is alone. Felix had been with him at first, he was visiting from Sweden. When the outbreak hit they closed the airports. Quarantine. Felix had died only a month ago though, in a raid, right in front of him. Felix had told him to hide because he was shit with a gun, he tried to reason with the people that attacked them. He was shot, right in the head. Cry had to stop himself from crying out. They took a lot of his food and meds that day. He had tried to give Felix a proper burial and mourned him every day, and continues to mourn. When he can find them he leaves flowers on the grave marked by an engraved piece of wood.
Xander has been with his lover when the outbreak began, relying on each other to survive. His location, D.C., where the missile had hit and started all of the craziness in the first place. The two had first hand seen the effects of the first strain of the zombie apocalypse. It all had started well, but then disaster struck when the two finally were in need of supplies.
Can our heroes work together to get past their pain? And even themselves? Can they work together to survive the cursed land that they now live in? And can they quite possibly find love in these hellish times? Only time can tell.
Cover by: soundthealarm
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.