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!

Kaley and I soon soaked in the tub then we took a quick shower before heading back into our room. Kaley started to change into a fresh set of clothes while I got caught up examining the crates of guns inside my armory. There was barely any space to put my foot in and the only way we could start checking and cleaning them was to pull a few crates outside so we could get inside.


'Tons of M4s, AR-15s, M16s, Glock 17s, and 1911s as usual… Well, I might also check the ones sent to the Old Man's armory as well… I might ask for more help with some guys because we always get sidetracked when we're it's just us cleaning them...' I thought to myself.


"Don't tell me we're gonna clean them now, I'm kinda sleepy..." Kaley mentioned, handing me my change of clothes.


"Hmm? Oh- we're not, don't worry. Umm, what are you wearing?" I said as I caught a glimpse of Kaley just about to wear a different hoodie of mine.


"I'm wearing it, aren't I? Then it's mine."


Solution to all our problems? - Another victim.