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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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Deeper? - No. 7

Once my hand was on my katana and my face looks how it looks right fucking now, it was the fucking signal for everyone else that hadn't written a will yet to get the fuck away from me because I'd fucking cut up anyone within my range—even if they weren't fucking involved. However, there was a particular motherfucker that fucked around and wanted to find out so I'll give him the special treatment he so fucking deserved to have.

A short exhale was all that could be heard the moment a glint appeared for a short second.

Logan was still cheekily holding his bowie knife with a reverse grip—blade pointed downward—but he never looks so confused when its pommel—a carved skull at the end of its handle—looked like it was momentarily floating a few centimeters away from his knife.

Heck, even everyone else couldn't explain that instance but there would be more instances like that that would instantly follow.