Four years ago our world ended with the lightning fast spread of the wolfman plague. The lucky ones died. Men who survived became something from the Twilight Zone growing larger, stronger and faster with better senses than us mere humans. Oh, and aggressive? 'Roid rage is nothing compared to these guys. They either wanted to kill it, f**k it or eat it, sometimes all three, and not in any particular order.
One of a few immune men, I live in a fortified compound with a couple dozen women, a bunch of kids and two a*****e straight guys. Sounds like a man's wet dream -- unless you happen to be the last gay man standing. After a winter locked up with two guys I've got nothing in common with, a few dozen lonely women and about a dozen kids, I needed to get away. That's how I ended up alone in that alley staring death in the face.
I expected to die, not find my future and someone to share it with. Not that it was all wine and roses what with angry wolfmen, militant women and a threat none of us saw coming.