Sa isang lugar sa Maynila ay nakatira si Diane. Masaya ang pamumuhay nila ng pamilya niya.

Hanggang isang araw ay napanaginipan niya ang bahay nila sa Probinsya. Akala niya ay normal na panaginip lang ito pero naging sunod-sunod ito. Napagpasiyahan niya na pumunta sa Sanctuary. Ang probinsya nila. 

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Paano kung isang araw ay nagkaroon ng zombie apocalypes? At ikaw ang nakatakdang magligtas sa mundo? Ano ang iyong gagawin?

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Sa isang lugar sa Maynila ay nakatira si Diane. Masaya ang pamumuhay nila ng pamilya niya.

Hanggang isang araw ay napanaginipan niya ang bahay nila sa Probinsya. Akala niya ay normal na panaginip lang ito pero naging sunod-sunod ito. Napagpasiyahan niya na pumunta sa Sanctuary. Ang probinsya nila. 

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Paano kung isang araw ay nagkaroon ng zombie apocalypes? At ikaw ang nakatakdang magligtas sa mundo? Ano ang iyong gagawin?

A zombie apocalypse suddenly happens in indonesia, when Ari enjoying his gaming session. Follow the story of his 110 kg, unfit, obese, delusional, gamer addict ass in the outbreak. Can he survives or he will just becomes the happy meals that he love for them.

The inmates and staff at the Lucky Summer Medium Security Prison face off against a virulent outbreak that turns the infected into raging, cannibalistic lunatics.

From one person to millions of infected, people starting to lose their minds. At first suicide rate rises, then people became violent and turned into a human flesh eater or a zombie. Outbreak spread faster than you blink until it reaches Santa Monica. Blair Anderson was a student from Santa Monica, together with her mom, younger brother, friend, they will do whatever it takes to surive. 

Will they survive?

The aliens came with hostility.
Facing the invasion of aliens, human beings are weak like ants.
So this is the end, the real end.
But there is resistance when there is an invasion.
For some, this is not the end, it is war.
So this is war.
Real war!

Zombie outbreak occured in a world which was not earth and Grim who was an assassin before the zombie outbreak has to live in a world filled with zombies.

While people were walking near the street with their mind occupied with something, some can be seen jogging with their ears plugged with wireless headphones as they listens to song during their exercises. Cars and other vehicles alike speeding down the street with specific destination in mind. If this isn't the mundane life then I don't know what else will it be.

But finally, the day I have been waiting for has arrived. I'm Kuro the black cat and right now I'm sitting on top of the building. With this form, it was easy for me to get this high. Parkour is a walk in the park for a nimble animal like cat. Though that doesn't mean that when I turned back I couldn't do the same. Heck, my human body can do much more than my current form but I digress.

"Meow~"(it's really unfortunate for the people below.) 

They were just enjoying their mundane life when suddenly the fire nation—cough, I mean the Honkai outbreak happens. But as of yet, nothing is happening. Or perhaps it has already begin but not reaching this place yet. But undoubtedly the Honkai energy in the air has reached the point where it won't be weird if one of them suddenly transformed into a zombie. 

I'm fine though, rather I'm too fine that I feel like releasing some steam off me right now. In fact, I can release more than just a steam but I refrained. Looking at the people down below, I caught two kids desperately running away from what seem to be a drunk guy with blood splattered on his ripped shirt—nah, who am I kidding. That's a zombie. 

While the people that saw the scene was surprised at the zombie appearance, they still think it was just a prank with a zombie make-up to trick them silly. Without any awareness, they brought their phone out of their pocket and swiftly record it. But they quickly come to their sense when the crowd heard a scream for help from someone who was eaten alive by another zombie near the alleyway. 

As for the first zombie, before he can bite the two small delicious meat in front of him, a person suddenly dropped down from the sky. The impact from it alone caused the ground to spread spider-like cracks a few meters away from the man at the center, it also makes the zombie stumbled on his feet before falling weakly to the ground. His sudden appearance amazed the onlookers that was about to run away from the scene in order to save themselves.

The man at the center of the scene is none other than me. I couldn't just sit quietly when two kids was about to get eaten alive right in front of me. If this is just a game, I can happily eat popcorn while staring at the idiot mobs on the screen of my monitor while laughing at how stupid they are. But this game world has become real the moment I stepped into their world. 

The person that was eaten alive a moment ago, he isn't just a robot or an A.I controlled by the machine, but a real person with family and dreams. I could have saved him but I was distracted by the explosion far in the distance. The people below was just ordinary people so their ears couldn't pick up the sound since it was way too far. The zombies below must have come from the explosion I believe.

Looking at the kids trembling with fear painted on their pale face, I grimaced. I have faced countless obstacles in the past three years but there are still things that I can't simply sit around and do nothing about it—that is when tragedy happening right in front me when I have the means to stop it. I wouldn't care if it happen out of sight, of course not including my family as I would surely go out of my way to save them even if I had to face God or Satan.

I am hypocrite. Did I not say that I preferred being a villain than a hero? If I can help them, I will. But I won't go out of my way to do it just for a shxtty excuse like 'great power comes with great responsibility.' I will do what I want, selfish or not, it's my power. I should enjoy more of life before it might possibly be taken away from me. 

"Are you okay, kids? Can you get up on your feet?" I asked which caused the two to flinched before they realized I came to their rescue. Although their body were trembling, the young boy covering the young girl at his back can still answer him by nodding his head.

"Then get up and run. You need to get somewhere safe so—" Before I could finish speaking, the zombie launched himself toward me with his mouth wide open. Though it appears fast in the two kids' eyes and the onlookers, to me however it feel so slow as if the time itself has slowed down tremendously in my eyes. With a calm look on my face, I slapped the zombie in the face with the back of my hand. Rather than getting a bite of my juicy meat, the zombie was forced to kiss the smelly and hard concrete before I stomped it under my feet, immobilizing it on the spot.

"As I was saying, run away from this place and find somewhere safe. There should be one out there, just follow the adults," I turned around and said to the kids. Though they were hesitant at first, the young boy eventually nodded and give his gratitude to me before running away with the young girl in hands. And I see some kind onlookers that decides to help the two bringing them to safety which put a smile on my face. At least, there are some good people among them, thankfully.

But as to whether they would survive this outbreak by getting out of this city safely, that's a different story. I already give them a helping hand, the rest is up to them. Looking down at the zombie moving about trying to grab my other legs but unable to as my feet stuck heavily on top of its body, the smile on my face turned cold.

"Die."

Miyamoto Kei, an ordinary high schooler if one ignore his blatant red hair. Like many other dreamers at his age, he also dreams of traveling and sightseeing the amazing sight of fictional world. Or experiencing in person how magical it is in comparison to his lame reality.

One day, he found a cube-like black box sitting eerily on the table near his bed. Though he initially ignored it as he resume gaming on his phone till late in the night, it was brought to his attention again when he was about to sleep. 

As he was already dead tired and sleepy, he had no choice but to reach out his finger toward it while praying no alien parasite will come out of the box.


The moment his pointy finger touched and could feel the smooth texture of the black box, it was there and then that his life was turned upside down.



This is a story of Miyamoto Kei on his adventure in Multiverse. 


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First World: Honkai Impact 3rd/Honkai-verse

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This is a fanfiction, I do not own anything other than the inserted original character. And yes, this is a wish-fulfillment. You have been warned.


This is just me testing the water to see if I can write a fanfiction as I have never written one before other than original fiction. 

Update release: 3 Chapters/a week(Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday)

Check out my patreon if you want more as I'll be releasing there first before public release!

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The book cover is not mine, credit goes to its rightfully owner.



 

“Sandy’s back,” Luke whispered. Daniel and Karen turned to look. 

But my head hurt, and my stomach ached, and I couldn’t take another group of people studying me, so before anyone could ask, I blurted out the only thing I could think of. 

“Jack was patient zero,” I sniffed and went over to my desk. Someone had placed a clipboard there, but when I tried to read it the words turned into shapes and shadow. 

“Oof,” came Pat’s small voice from under the table. She came out rubbing her head. “What do you mean? How can he be patient zero?” 

“No way,” Luke whispered and covered his mouth with the paper he’d been holding. 

“Not important,” Karen snapped at Pat. “We have another problem.” 

“It is important, Karen,” I objected. “C’mon. None of this makes any sense.” 

“Disasters never do. It’s in the paperwork,” Karen said. “Pull up that media circus,” she said and snapped at Pat again. Then she peered at me with tired eyes that were forced into action by too much caffeine. 

“That’s it. I’m hiding the coffee maker tomorrow,” I said to Luke. 

He nodded. “Good luck. I think she has backup.” 

“Seriously?” I said. But there was no way a doctor cleared her to have caffeine after getting cracked behind her head. At least not a doctor that was worth the bill. This woman needed some sleep and a good hydrating lotion. 

Exacerbated, Daniel asked, “What’s the problem?” 

Karen’s lips vanished into her mouth. 

“Uh, guys,” Pat said. She looked from her screen to me and then back. “Karen’s right. We have a problem.” 

The walls were translucent, even the damn planning board was clear, but one of the walls flickered and turned on. A wall size screen that reached from floor to ceiling illuminated our faces in washes of blues and greens and whites. 

“Play it back for everyone,” Karen said and sucked her cheeks in, hollowing out her face. 

“Beyond angry,” Luke muttered. 

“Which means only one thing,” I said. 

He nodded. 

“We’re entering stage two: seething.” 

“We’re doomed,” Luke said. 

He was right. Stage three was eminent. Stage three meant an all nighter. Stage three meant not going home to shower or change out of these clothes. Stage three meant no life until the thing was done. 

But what was the thing that needed doing? 

Cringing, Pat slid over the clip of the director, Freddie Peters, answering questions in front of the E.O.W. Crisis Center. While his father, Fred Peters, was every bit a short, overweight man, Freddie Peters was almost too young for the job. 

“Our science lab is working with the CDC and police department to determine the source of this new virus. This is no different than any other outbreak. We just need to figure out the source. E.O.W. Prep has no intention of profiting or privatizing the source of this virus or its vaccine. Please keep in mind that we also have questions.” 

“Mr. Peters, is it true the virus originated at E.O.W. Prep?” 

Freddie Peters looked into the cameras. He didn’t need his tailored suit, or slick hair to captivate his audience. He held enough authority with his sharp eyes. 

“E.O.W. Prep promises one thing. We will find whoever released this deadly virus among our staff members and we will seek out justice for our employees and their families.” 

“How is this a problem?” I asked. 

Karen held up a hand to silence me. She leaned forward as if she could enter the clip and alter the course of events. 

What we did not expect, what no one could ever have thought possible, was to see a water balloon splash onto Freddie Peter’s perfect suit. The bright yellow balloon exploded and water cascaded down the front of his charcoal suit. Then another balloon, then another, until the crowd of reporters ducked for cover as if the balloons were grenades capable of rendering flesh from limbs. 

The clip ended and shrunk until a news anchor was visible. Her large, blonde and red hair, made her head look very tiny. “We have yet to receive answers on what the protestors were hoping to accomplish with this childish assault or how it is related to the horrific events on the South Bridge,” she said and turned to face camera two. “In other news, Zombie Expert, Sandra Mingle, fainted in today’s press conference after answering questions about the attack on the bridge. No news from E.O.W. Prep on her current medical condition. Netizens are demanding an update on her condition through the use of #SandyVsZombie.” 

“An interesting demand,” said the co-anchor. “Do you suppose the online community is hopeful for her safe return in time for the expo?” 

“Oh that wasn’t obvious at all,” Luke complained. “Who wrote that segway?” 

“Shh,” Karen said. 

“I hear that acquiring tickets for E.O.W. Prep’s upcoming expo is nearly impossible now,” added the female anchor. 

“That’s correct, Lisa, The End of World Survival Expo will celebrate its twenty-fifth anniversary this year and first zombie specialist, Sandra Mingle’s Q&A session is the highlight of the event.” 

“Naturally,” said Lisa with her small head and cotton candy like hair. Lisa moved her head as if she was going to toss her immovable hair. “Johnson is there live, with a special report.” 

The clip of Johnson, a thin young woman in a suit too big for her, replaced the anchors. 

“This is Johnson,” she said and smiled and froze. 

For a minute we watched her smiling at us. 

“Is it lagging?” I asked. 

Pat shook her head. 

“Poor thing,” Luke said. 

“Johnson?” said a pleasant, but strained voice. “We’re live.” 

“Hello, this is Johnson on location. As you can see there’s quite a lot preparations being done at the moment. Naturally there isn’t any access at this point to outsiders.” 

“Ah,” said Bill and laughed a practiced laugh. “What can you tell us about the preparations?” 

“Well,” said Johnson. She swallowed and held up a plastic canister the size of a tiny can of coke. 

“Mostly we’re seeing a lot of supplies being delivered. But this is one of the main attractions this year.” 

“And what is that, exactly?” Bill said and laughed again. It was the type of laughter that later would turn violent when poor Johnson returned. 

“A water filter.” 

“Water?” Lisa echoed and frowned. “Could that be the new launch?” 

Johnson frowned and looked at the plastic canister. She cleared her throat and added, “Yes. It could definitely mean a new direction for the company?” 

Bill’s voice cut in, “Now didn’t we see something recently about water?” 

Johnson froze. 

“Is it lagging again?” I asked. “Or is she just dumber than me?” 

“Dumber,” Karen snapped. 

The image of Johnson was replaced by the two anchors. 

Bill looked into the camera and smiled with wide eyes. “Fascinating. I look forward to hearing more about that. ” 

“Me too, Bill. Me too,” Lisa said. “In other news, images of what could be Sandra Mingle on the South Bridge during the false alarm are emerging from an unidentified source.” 

“Turn it off,” Karen snapped. 

Karen grabbed a folder and slapped me on top of the head. 

“Hey,” I said and ducked. 

The vein on her forehead bulged and spit gathered in the corners of her mouth. “Why did you let yourself get photographed? Do you know how suspicious it would be for the company to even try to launch a filtration system now?” She rolled up the folder and beat the end of the table. “The press is going to link that zombie outbreak with our filtration system. Which is not the point of the filtration system,” she said and began to fan herself. Despite her effort, Karen’s neck turned red. “We’re going to have to work to turn this around.” 

“What filtration system? And how is this my fault?” I said. 

Luke rushed toward Karen. “Easy. And we’re breathing and we’re exhaling,” he coaxed and took Karen by the arm to a chair. He winked at me on the way by. I owed him a drink or two. 

“What filtration system?” I repeated. 

Daniel tapped the clipboard in my hands. “It’s our third-world intervention model. Remember? For the expo,” Daniel clarified. 

“Wasn’t that Jack’s idea,” I said and studied the memo. “Why are we still doing it? And how the hell is this my fault again?” 

Karen seethed. “You were on the bridge and the stupid prank had to do with water. Someone is going to connect the two. And they’re going to think it was your idea.” 

“But it wasn’t my idea.” 

“No,” Karen groaned. “It was Jack’s and he was patient zero. Let’s draw some conclusions, shall we?” 

Daniel looked at the memo in my hands and the frozen media clip. He chewed on the inside of his cheek. “So we link them,” he said at last. 

“We what?” we said. 

Karen grunted and Luke fanned her harder. 

Daniel, smiling, took the clipboard from my hands. For a moment I felt like I was trapped in a historical drama. Daniel had become some brilliant general, Karen the overdramatic queen, and me--well, I got the feeling I was the pawn that could be cast aside, the nameless henchman. 

Just call me henchman #1. 

He turned the page and smiled again. “We just have to control it, so that zombie outbreak doesn’t become a shameless promotion for a water filter. Instead the water filter is a response to the threat. Get it?” 

“And the people on the bridge who work for A.A. were trying to shift attention away from the expo. Is that it?” Luke asked. 

The realization of it, the speed with which Daniel linked the two together, felt like getting punched in the stomach. 

“You can’t be serious. It’s not like we can go back in time and document the design or studies as a result of the outbreak. We haven’t had time to study a thing! Anything we do now will seem too soon,” I said. “And what if this is how Jack got infected? What if he did a thing he wasn’t supposed to do?” 

Daniel ran his hands through his hair and as it floated back down into place across his forehead, we were silent enough to hear the ticking of a clock. 

At last he said, “We don’t have a choice now. The bridge, the water balloons, the outbreak; they’re going to get linked together, we might as well be the ones to do it. The timing is the key though.” 

“Oh sorry,” said a playful voice. 

The janitor floated into the room. 

Karen fixed the janitor with one of her glares. He wilted a bit and, after indicating he’d be quiet, began wiping down the glass. 

“And we’re breathing,” Luke said, distracting Karen. 

“Stop that,” Karen said and waved Luke away. “Daniel, get on that with promotions. Sandy you still have a talk show to prepare for and the school board called again. Suppose we should get you cleared first by a doctor. Can you handle that much at least?” 

“Yes--” 

“Pat,” Karen continued, “Tell me about netizen chatter.” 

“Twitter just put up a poll,” Pat said. “I’ll start there. But this online show is claiming exclusive footage of the bridge.” 

“When do they broadcast,” Karen said and snapped her fingers. She crashed into the team’s board. She crossed off press conference from the list, not that it went well. 

“Nine o’clock tonight,” Pat said. 

“I want you to broadcast before then,” Karen said and pointed a finger at me, then she added it to the list of events on the board. “Make a public statement about your health. Daniel, I want a connection by then too. If they make the connection first, we’re screwed. We may need Cynthia for this part.” 

“Didn’t she have a board meeting this afternoon?” Luke said. 

If Karen could’ve snarled, I’m pretty sure she would’ve. 

“I’ll try and get a hold of her,” I offered. 

“Pat get specs on the filtration system from Jack’s drive. Get ready to post on our team page. Think of it as upcoming highlights for the expo. That’ll give them something new to chew on.” 

“We should offer an exclusive to five--no, make that three, three stations,” Luke said. 

“I like it,” Karen said. “Contact your people and see who bites first.” 

“Right,” Luke said and began texting. 

“What about this webcast?” Pat said. “If they do have pictures of Sandy--” 

“Then obviously they’re sponsored by A.A.” 

Pat nodded. “I’ll see what I can dig up.” 

An applaud, soft and dry, cut off our team meeting. Wearing suspenders and high waisted pants, Freddie, swept into the room. He pushed his glasses back up his nose. “Connecting the two is brilliant. I knew this team was good,” he smiled and looked at each of us, from Pat to me. “But this is a whole new level.” 

The janitor ate a gummy worm and left the office. 

“Now, what can I do to help?” Freddie Peters asked and looked at me in a way that reminded me of Jack, with hunger and abandon, like an animal hunting.

Sandy is once again thrust into the center of E.O.W. Prep Inc.'s plot After surviving the first recorded zombie outbreak, her team, or what's left of them, have been relocated and reassigned. But when Sandy learns that her colleague was patient zero and that her plan was executed like a script, the coincidence borders on the edge of conspiracy. What are the capsules that everyone around her seems to be wearing? Who is the strange custodian following her? But between press conferences and a planned attack by a group of whistleblowers, Sandy may just be too busy to make sense of any of it. Could this be what E.O.W. Prep is hoping for? 

SANDY VERSUS FALSE ALARM is the second full short story in the ongoing series SANDY VERSUS ZOMBIE.

It was a day like any other. Birds sing and cars poison the air on the streets as people curse each other.
Jerry after living his entire life in a city with little more than a million inhabitants, it was his day to day of his.
"How boring ~" Jerry thought as he played with his black hair.
Looking out of the corner of his eye at the clock taped to one of the walls, he could see that it was six in the afternoon.
Sigh ~.
No citizen has come to buy products from his little shop. Jerry felt a little frustrated.
This morning he got up early only to receive a merchandise from another city. The frustrating thing about all of this was that he bought more merchandise than usual.
Last week, Jerry was able to sell almost all of his products in one day. Completely beating his previous record of three days.
He was able to win an extravagant sum of money. So, knowing that he had more money than normal, he did not hesitate to order more merchandise thinking that this situation would happen again.
"How can a person be so smart?" Jerry managed a wry smile. His current situation was not the best.
With little money on his hands and many products to sell, but no one to sell to, Jerry considered closing his store early.
He moved away from the counter and started walking to the entrance with the keys in his hands.
Jerry's store was something special; since it was also his house. His house was only two stories high with a small warehouse in the back.
The first floor was his 10-square-meter store, and the second floor was his bedroom. Simple, but practical.
All of this was accomplished by himself after years of effort and raising money from his old job.
Although he did not earn much money and there were times when he regretted it, he was happy since there was no one to order him what to do.
The rear area of ​​his store that was no more than five square meters, there, he kept the products that did not fall on the shelves of his store.
Exactly when Jerry was about to insert the keys into the entry lock, he could see out of the corner of his eye a shadowy figure approaching in the direction of his store.
This greatly increased Jerry's spirits. He immediately put the keys in his pocket and returned to the counter.
When he saw the figure enter, Jerry closed his eyes and a bright smile appeared on his face. He didn't even bother to see his client's face.
The moment he felt the customer was in front of him, Jerry spoke in an animated voice:
"Welcome, what do you need… argh!"
Jerry couldn't finish his sentence before he felt someone fall on top of him. Followed by feeling like small amounts of liquid stained his white shirt.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Jerry couldn't help but feel angry.
He was too upset for a person to come and play a prank on him.
He opened his eyes to see the joker, and he could see something that made his heart skip.
His joker turned out to be a woman, but regardless of gender, Jerry freaked out about something else.
The woman's face was raw. One of her eyes was out of her place and only a small tissue of flesh prevented her from falling.
And as for the other parts of her face, Jerry didn't know how to describe them. He could only tell that it was gross and disgusting.
He slightly shifted his gaze from the woman to her shirt, and he could see that it was the strange liquid that splashed onto her shirt. It was blood!
He didn't hesitate for a second and with all the strength of his body he threw the woman aside.
Causing it to fall to the other side of the counter. Jerry quickly stood up with his guard up.
He couldn't help but touch her chest, his heart was pounding from fright. Just when he wondered what was happening, he could see the woman getting up like nothing.
The woman stood up on her back, then Jerry could see the entire rear of her. Half of the woman's back was missing!
Instead, you could only see the organs and part of the bones that were even destroyed or ... chewed?
This whole situation was very crazy and terrifying, but only one word crossed his mind in this situation, and it was one that he would never expect in his life to happen. ZOMBIES!
This woman in Jerry's mind was no longer classified as a human, now she was a flesh-eating monster. A zombie.
The zombie once on its feet, slowly turned around in Jerry's direction. Who was frightened by this and hurriedly searched his counter for something that would serve.
He did not dare to touch the body of this zombie with his hands, after all, in horror movies if they were bitten by these, they would become one in a few minutes.
Jerry didn't want to be a zombie!
With each step the zombie took, the pressure on Jerry increased. Just when he was three feet from Jerry, he finally found what he was looking for.
Coming face to face with the zombie, Jerry reached out and a thin object was stretched out in his hands.
"Eat this!"
With the full force of his arms, Jerry struck the zombie woman on the head with her extendable baton.
Knock!
This did not work as the zombie got up again to attack Jerry, who had no choice but to strike again.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
He doesn't know how long he was like this, but after a long time, he finally stopped. Looking at the zombie on the ground, he could only see the ancient body of the woman next to a meat paste.
Watching this scene, Jerry felt like vomiting. But he forced himself to keep the food in his stomach.
He came back behind the counter and sat on his seat thinking about all this. It didn't seem to be a social experiment like the ones Webtubers do.
But, this didn't last long before hearing an explosion near his location followed by countless screams.
"RUN!"
"DO NOT STAY BEHIND!
Explosion! Outbreak!
Jerry got up agitated from his seat. "Shit!"
In less than a second he grabbed the keys from his pocket and ran in the direction of the entrance.
When he arrived, it didn't take him a minute to lock and put multiple locks.
Click! Click! Click!
The moment the last lock was locked, an object suddenly slammed into the entrance. Making Jerry fall on his ass.
Raising his head, he could see his neighbor's head that had missing pieces of flesh stuck to the entrance of it.
Then, a hand appeared from the side of the entrance and grabbed the head, causing the entrance to be stained with blood. (Abroad)
Jerry didn't know whose arm it was, but looking at the missing skin on his hands he knew it wasn't from a normal person.
This made his heart beat a lot harder. Noting his bulletproof glass doorway, Jerry didn't trust this and used his last safest option. A great metal door!
Impact! Impact!
The pair of doors slammed into the doorway, making poor Jerry's heart flutter.
If Zombies were like the ones in the movies, it meant they were sensitive to sound.
A single Zombie was enough to make Jerry shiver, he couldn't imagine having an entire horde at his doorstep.
With all his protections at the entrance, Jerry fell exhausted to the ground. He took his time to think and rest in peace.
"A zombie apocalypse, huh? To think that this would happen after a global pandemic. "
After surviving a pandemic that lasted almost ten years, Jerry thought things would finally return to normal.
But who would think that after losing millions of lives a new catastrophe would threaten humanity?
Just seeing the Zombie lying in front of his counter, and the head of his neighbor stuck in the entrance of his store a few moments ago, Jerry already knew that this was a catastrophe worldwide.
He did not think for a second that this was only happening to him, most likely the government and the rest of the country is happening to him.
Remembering the web novels he read about apocalypse Zombies, he knew that he couldn't trust anyone. In these types of situations, the most important thing is food and a safe shelter.
The good thing about all this is that Jerry owned his own store that was half home. So both things were assured.

After humanity has survived a pandemic that lasted almost ten years.

Jerry thought everything would go back to normal. But to his surprise, a new virus attacked humanity causing much of it to turn into Zombies.

But, not everything is a bad story, since with the new Zombie virus, he gained the power to evolve ... His store!

Follow Jerry's path throughout the story, gaining companions and enemies, growing in strength, and traveling to other worlds. Everything, together with your store!

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