Sky2316

"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

Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

The look on the faces of Cyrill and the rest of the prisoners were inexplicable the moment those words came out of Morales' mouth. His voice wasn't as loud when he spoke but it was loud enough for everybody to hear clearly. He spoke with a normal face but there was this dark undertone with his voice the moment it left his mouth. The knife he was holding was slowly dripping blood and he wasn't bothering to wipe it at all.


That was when Cyrill lost strength in his legs while a few of the prisoners tried to either jump on the water or to run back inside the shipping container they were in. However, the soldiers right behind them were quick to put them back in the same spot they were sitting on.


"WE'RE JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS!!! WE'RE JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS!!!"


"GOD HELP US PLEASE!!! GOD!!! PLEASE HELP US!!!"


Fucking thot.