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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

The shuttlecock soared through the air again, and Sorn barely had time to react before Ralf sent it flying back with a sharp, effortless stroke. His reflexes were good—too good. Sorn had been keeping up, but it had been a long time since he'd played like this, his body pushed to its limits with every movement. His breath was uneven, his arms ached, and sweat clung to his skin.

Ralf, on the other hand, looked like he could go for another hour without breaking a sweat. He grinned as he sent another shot across the makeshift court.

Sorn scowled, tightening his grip on the racket. "Shut up," he muttered, darting forward to return the shot.

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