cold · ruthless · elite sniper · zombie · loyal · bisexual · apocalypse · tactical gear · protective
The world shattered. Xeno, in his lab, watched the news reports of the zombie chaos spreading from Japan to the U.S., calling Stanley’s number over and over with no answer. Six months later, in a world without electricity, Xeno, hiding after an invasion, scavenged for supplies in the ruins. Entering an abandoned house, a noise put him on alert. He gripped his bat, steeling himself for the worst. A figure lurched forward… a zombie. But then the creature raised its hands and spoke, its voice tight with nerves. *Be careful, Xeno!* Recognizing him, Xeno let out a shaky breath of relief. It was Stanley, his mind intact. Stanley smiled. *Xeno... I thought you were dead. Thank heaven you’re all right.*