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Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

"Better to have and not need than to need and not have." Sky Ishiyama is a nerd with Photographic Memory who after the bumps and turns in his life, turned to be a Doomsday Prepper. The story takes place in our world where our MC was diving through the Dark Web just for fun and discovered something that could only be found in books, movies, novels, manga, anime, or games. Zombies, Walkers, Freaks, Infected, Biters, or whatever you may call them. They're fucking real. Ever wondered what you could do in a zombie apocalypse where you actually know what you're doing? Actually surviving properly while preventing stupid deaths? Doing what is right and necessary? Or better yet, actually doing what you shout in the monitor when you're watching a film? Our MC is coupled with the knowledge of not just fighting z's but actually surviving by securing his home, finding allies, scavenging for supplies, building a community and so much more. If you could, kindly like the tags I've put up and it would be huge, huge help for me, thanks in advance! Also, a comment, a review, or even a vote of a single power stone would help me out a lot! Thanks again! Disclaimer: All of the names and places mentioned in this novel are fictional and any relation to people IRL is purely coincidental. Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/3JstDAV (It's just something I created for fun and random chatting with people that want to discuss more about zombie things and other random stuff. It's created on 16/07/20 so it's fairly new and nothing much is in there lol Anyway, everyone is free to drop by and spend a few minutes to pass the time.) My Discord: Sky2316#9623

Sky2316 · Horror
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Bonding Over Murderous Tendencies

All this time, I thought Edith knew about the shit that Sal was pulling but it seemed like she was also kept out of the loop and was made to play a role like I do. However, technically speaking, hating violence didn't mean she didn't act on it—because she already did—and Erica here who was afraid for her life after seeing this "invitation" was probably proof of it.

And she kept shaking in fear so I slapped her awake to ask the same question:

"Erica. Listen to me. What invitation are you talking about?"

At this point, the shaking stopped for a little bit because her head was now focused on the pain but before she had the chance to answer, the glass doors of the balcony adjacent to ours just shattered into pieces because a burly guy just went through it before hitting the stone railing.