Well, hello. I swear I'm still around on Discord and I lurk on the Board every now and then, but I haven't had a lot of motivation to write lately, so I felt like I didn't have much stuff of my own to share.

The thing I'm about to post is a short story I wrote a very long time ago (in 2021, I believe?) and for which I've been attempting to find an audience pretty much constantly since then. I'm definitely very proud of it, and the few people who have read it seem to like it too, so I figured I'd finally post it somewhere other than Wattpad, where the search algorithm works based on the Aztec moon calendar or something. I have a blog where I say things sometimes, and this isn't a plug for that, but for the story itself. It has lesbians, zombies, and some sad.

Warnings: violence, some mild body horror, swearing and implied BL2 (since this is about zombies). Read the story here if you are so inclined; it would mean a lot to me if folks checked it out, since it's one of my favorite things I've written.