All I wanted was for my shift to end...but I didn't want a zombie apocalypse to be the cause.My name is Maya, but my stage name was Destiny. I used to dance in front of men if you get my drift...OK, I was a stripper!As soon as the zombie outbreak starts the voice in my head, the one that calls herself Vivian, my alter ego, gives me the much needed kick and gets me going. I am not sure how, but I not only survived, but brained a zombie with the heel of my shoe... moreAll I wanted was for my shift to end...but I didn't want a zombie apocalypse to be the cause.My name is Maya, but my stage name was Destiny. I used to dance in front of men if you get my drift...OK, I was a stripper!As soon as the zombie outbreak starts the voice in my head, the one that calls herself Vivian, my alter ego, gives me the much needed kick and gets me going. I am not sure how, but I not only survived, but brained a zombie with the heel of my shoe.Fleeing the city, my biggest concern is my poor Granny who's all alone in the best nursing home that stripper money can pay for.My only wish is to get to her, but plans never work the way I intend. Instead, I end up stranded on top of a cereal shelf in the supermarket. Embarrassing moments, I know!Rostov, Ramirez and Smith are more than a team, they are like brothers.When they stumble over the pretty brunette screaming obscenities at zombies from the top shelf, they all feel something.The tough ex-soldiers and the stripper with DID (multiple personality disorder)become a team and decide to travel together for a while at least.But when Maya’s alter ego, Vivian, shows up and Ramirez gets bitten by a zombie and doesn't die, everything changes.This is a reverse harem, gore and action filled zombie apocalypse story. Maya has a potty mouth and the men are dreamy, strong and loyal. mental health issues, blood, gore, trauma, zombie killing with shoes and axes and… oh, you get the picture.Explicit grownup activities between consenting adults.This is a standalone HFN story. less
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