Hunt the mate

"Have some fun, love. The apocalypse has just begun," her mate chuckled as she let go of his hand and he fell down in the abyss of hell where the lifeless hands jerked him down, ripped his clothes, ruptured his frame, masticated his skin and drank his blood like a famished wild untamed beasts.

"Sorry. But I need to survive this." Those reasoning barely escaped from her mouth as she toss over the scone of scorching fire on her mate's and his predator's dead bodies, completing the cremation ceremony and fulfilling the last task to survive the apocalypse and the hunt for limited breathes.



A COASTAL TOWN

UNKOWN SPECIES

A VIRUS

AN EPEDIMIC

ONE SOLUTION

BURN YOUR MATE

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Liliane Lune Clyde works as a part-time security guard at the Northpass's archeology museum with her mate as the guide, Newt August Hawke. After the fall festival, the proposal for binding their souls by marriage was given before the satanic dead corpses rose from their graves at the strike of 12.

Even though the citizens are descendants of werewolves but the dead can't be burn easily without a sacrifice. It's not a zombie hunt, rather it's a mate hunt. [TICK-TOCK-TICK]

Kill yourself or your mate. Which you will choose, love? Certainly yourself...