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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 · 灵异恐怖
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Discussion - Speed huh?

As soon as what was inside the mason jar registered in their heads, the look of shock, fear, and concern appeared on their faces. The head was a perfect match for the jar I picked because it was a snug fit, meaning it wouldn't float around or face the other way with a little bit of movement. However, like clockwork, its eyes started to wildly dart around—seemingly trying to lock onto a single target but failing—but everyone else had a repeat of expressions from the first time they saw it.

It would've happened for the third time if I took the head out because they were missing the squelching sound it would produce every time its eyes snapped in a different direction.

With that said, it quickly rained complaints, questions, and concerns but I retold them the whole breakdown before I turned to Oscar.

"Old man, have you called them yet?"