Decay [EXO Fanfic]

Decay [EXO Fanfic]

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Publikasi terakhir Rab, Jul 13, 2016

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When Mother Nature forces a reboot, everyone will be doomed. Including your 'oppas' of course. This is an EXO fanfic. Let's see what your bias will do in a world full of decaying zeds and bandits. And, by the way, forget the usual zombie that growls and moves like a snail. Hey guys, this is my first book. Contents are mine and if you ever witness similarities to other works, it's completely coincidental. Hope you like it. -nappeun_gizibe

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