Brother, this isn't a BL novel

The guys in the minivan looked at Xeriel with undisguised confusion on their faces.

'She should know how she looks, no? Why doesn't she know she's a world toppling beauty?'

"Um, little sister, we're going to make you cry for the touch of a man..." The driver in a tattered shirt and baggy shorts said while smiling darkly.

Seeing his gaze travel his body, goosebumps broke out on his skin as he looked at the others and realized they were talking about him all along.

'But when did I become a girl? And more importantly, beautiful?'

"Um brothers, I think there's a misunderstanding, I am not female... moreover, do I even look like one?"

Xeriel hyperventilated while his chest heaved up and down.

"Shut up, you'll be crying under me soon enough!" He raised his hand to slap Xeriel when a voice, low and soft like the devil whispering in his ears.

[Gouge his eyes out for daring to profane your esteemed body!] Though it started of as a whisper and ended in a rage filled shout.

Xeriel covered his ears and lowered his head causing the man tk smirk, while looking about trying to find the origin on the voice when he felt a piercing pain in his head.

Xeriel's eyes, which were a hazy gray turned dark and threatening like an abyss trying to devour the souls of those that dared gaze into the darkness, but faded back into the dreamy hazy gray.

'I see, this isn't my body at all! This isn't even my world! What the hell happened?!'

Xeriel blinked and recalled the recent memories he just experienced with a grimace.

'Apparently this world is abandoned by the Pure One, and underwent an apocalypse years ago, 5 to be exact...'

'And who doesn't love zombies? Fucking zombies are damn scary, and these scumbags took me for some odd reason.'

Xeriel thought of something, and then paled.

"Hey brothers, this isn't some BL novel right?" Xeriel tearfully asked while the man raised his hand to smack him.

Xeriel frowned and looked at the men surrounding him for the first time.

Same tattered shirts and dry baggy pants as the driver, filled with grime and stains, and worn black combat boots.

The man swung his hand down, and all hell broke loose.

Xeriel grinned and punched the man in the gut, and then the man blew apart.

Blood and gore splattered Xeriel's face while shock flashed across his face causing him to want to wretch.

"Holy shit, I just killed someone!" He looked around in shock, and saw the expressions on their faces.

Abrupt shock and fear colored their faces while one started screaming.

"Impossible! Vern was a Rank 5 Warrior, how could he get done in by a bitch?!"

He pulled a pistol and whipped it at Xeriel's face.

A bang rang out as a bullet flew towards Xeriel's face.

Xeriel leaned to one side, and the van tilted and then slid on the side for a couple hundred feet, not going forward like it was supposed to, but in the direction Xeriel leaned towards.