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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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[BL] LAST BASTION

And it wasn't just that village. Sorn had also passed by settlements with military flags, yet their buildings were nothing but ruins, with not a single living soul left. The stench of decay filled the air.

He found it strange, but since he was used to traveling alone and had no one to ask about the state of the world—nor did he particularly care about the answers—he never bothered to question it too deeply.

Noticing the slight furrow in Sorn's brow as he chewed slowly, Ralf chuckled.

"Not all of them, but most military organizations are kind of dumb. They boast about protection, take young men from villages, strip the land of its resources, and when everything falls apart and they're left struggling, they just wash their hands of it. And that's what happens, the people they promised to protect end up being the ones sacrificed."

"Sacrificed? What do you mean?" Sorn already had a few ideas running through his head, but he wanted to be sure.

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