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!

Seconds continued to pass and Ezekiel's mother started to inch towards her son while sobbing profusely. Her shrill wails could be heard from outside this house and just based on the mutterings we could hear, people have started to gather around us, not only from the gunshot we heard earlier.


No one stopped her as she cradled her son but the blood from the gunshot wound Ezekiel sustained kept pouring out over and over. It started to pool under them and it began to seep on her clothes but all she did was try to hopelessly call out to him.


"Oh my god- Ezekiel! Ezekiel! My… Ez- My so- W-Why… Why did y-you- WHY?! YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING! THAT WAS JUST A PICTURE! A PICTURE! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! MY SON~! MY POOR SON!!!"


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