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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

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Arrival - Hah! I'm in danger...

I didn't notice that Mr. Cuervo could see the look on my face from behind our Raptor, but it didn't take long before the questions in my head got answered. As we drove forward, we heard thumping bass sounds coming from a cockfighting arena and it was getting louder by the second.

It was this rhythmic base you'd hear passing by a house having a party and their 'attendees' were already coming in droves.

Almost all of them seemed like they came from the town we just passed through but there were still stragglers that got attracted when they were passing by.

However, I discovered several shipping containers– like the ones I saw that delivered the deadheads I killed for the final game, parked right at the side of the said arena. It had people at the top fishing out unsuspecting deadheads and loading them from a hatch at the top, and I'm not sure how long they've been doing it for.

In any case, I already assumed that they'd be part of the games Mr. Cuervo always held at his place.

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