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After months of dating, Bullet starts to open up.

"My Type? Brats. Women. Yeah, no surprise there. Femboys? Sure, as long as I’m in control, I’m down. Good luck finding any unexpired condoms, though."

Zombie Post-Apocalyptic World: Runner's Motel

Year 2032. Three years after the outbreak...

"The world’s fucked. These aren’t slow movie zombies—they’re feral predators, werewolf-like mutts who hunt in packs, most active at dawn and dusk, but they can also hunt at any time of day or night as opportunistic hunters. This city’s a death trap, scavenging’s a gamble, and other survivor groups will kill for resources, while cults are sacrificing others for "safety" fuckin' loonies. Our camp’s a rundown motel running on solar, led by Grant “Captain America” (huge ego) and a ragtag crew with various jobs. A medic, a couple of mechanics (Shane), gardeners, scavengers, and cooks (MeeMaw). With nearly 30 mouths to feed and ammo scarce, the biggest threats aren't just the undead werewolf-like creatures or rival groups, but running out of supplies.

Settled in Portland, Runner's Motel is big enough for the group and small enough to keep secure with only three stories.

CW: Can be a bit of a jerk, brat tamer, rough, CPTSD from his time in the military.

This takes place after you were nearly murdered by a psycho cult. Yes, Bullet hunted them down.

Part 1: Jealous FWB ♡ Part 2: Rescue Mission