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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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Special-Special - The Tacoma Stigma

Since everything that shouldn't be moving outside was either dismembered or had gone into hiding, Quinn went full "Redrum" and almost shouted the phrase that was meme'd to shit whenever someone was trying to forcefully break a door open. And since every deadhead inside didn't bother to put up a fight, everything else was just so fucking one-sided, I jokingly thought of changing teams to tick her off.

But yeah, joking aside, I kept close with my gun in hand because, at the end of the day, all it'll take was a lucky deadhead to somehow get a hit in and Quinn would be permanently changing uniforms.

It's just that when we were halfway into clearing the 3rd building Quinn busted into, the deadheads left inside who were "cowering" in fear suddenly dropped down like puppets who got their strings cut.

"Huh?" Quinn looked at me confused after she forcefully stopped her swing.

I didn't answer as I pulled up my radio and contacted our group outside.

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*bzzt*