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"I know where your little sister is. She's still alive."

"What are you trying to get from me, to admit something unbelievable? Selena is dead! I witnessed her death with my own eyes!"

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Hoping to believe the man's words, even though they sounded like nonsense, something that tugged on his vulnerability, Sorn agreed to join the nameless independent survival group led by a strange man.

Ralf, a mysterious man immune to the zombie virus, someone with unique abilities that sometimes made Sorn think he was not human.

The more he interacted with the man, the more confusing things became for Sorn. He was reluctant to admit that being friends with him wasn't entirely unpleasant. Eventually, when Ralf revealed his past, Sorn became more convinced that meeting his sister was a goal worth pursuing. Even so, he couldn't truly believe that his sister was still alive, as Ralf claimed. The memory of watching her get eaten by a horde of zombies was still fresh in his mind.

"I promise I'll bring your sister back. Before your birthday comes, you'll see her right in front of you. Will you trust me?"

Sorn's chest felt warm and oddly fluttery, he simply nodded, trusting the man in silence—though it was very difficult to say so verbally.

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(are you tired with red flag top? then read this if you like actions, slaying zombie, and green flag top!)

[BL] LAST BASTION

He was curious and asked again, "If you don't mind me asking, where do you get beef and pork? It must be hard, considering most livestock were killed or attacked by zombies."

"Oh, that? We get it from Eugene's farm," Emil replied casually.

"Eugene has a farm? How is that even possible in a situation like this? Doesn't the military know about his village?"

"Hm…" Emil tilted his head, blinking a few times before his expression turned into one of mild confusion. "So, there's still a lot Ralf hasn't told you."

Sorn raised an eyebrow, waiting for Emil to continue. Instead, Emil stood up and walked toward Dean, who was yelling that the chicken was perfectly seasoned. Sorn found it strange—why bring all those spices down here if they were just going to head back upstairs to cook? There wasn't even a grill here.

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