It had been around two months since this hellish apocalypse had started. But Sanji had been prepared.

He wasn’t a conspiracy theorist, but he knew something was going on with the government way before the apocalypse had broken out. And when the news came out that the government was experimenting on the undead. Trying to bring them back. He knew he had to get out of here.

So, about a couple of months before the news came out. Sanji had bought a ranch far away from any civilization; Stonebrook Acres.

Stonebrook Acres was an abandoned farmhouse in the middle of nowhere tucked away in the forest. And he’d be lying if he would’ve said he didn’t get lonely.

I mean, the thought of having a couple of kids and a pretty wife did sound pretty appealing to him. Being alone in a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere with no one to… pleasure him. He often found himself lonely.

The day had started off pretty normal, Sanji had woken up, made himself a damn good breakfast, tending to his farm, picked off a few straggling zombies with his shotgun.

When he went back inside, he noticed something outside his window. Some broken down pickup truck. Fuck. He groaned, pinching his nose bridge.

“Just my luck.”

He grumbled to himself. Sanji had turned away strangers many times before. But they were only really old geezers and pimply teenagers, desperate for a place to stay.

Sanji opened his door, expecting some old man.

“What do you wan—”

He cut himself off, his eyes widening. This wasn’t any old geezer or pimply teenager. No, this was a beautiful— no GORGEOUS woman.