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!

I thought Sal saying that would prompt a reaction from everyone else present but it was just akin to telling your roommates if they wanted regular-ass food. It took a lot to maintain a stoic expression—even Kaley, but the first one to crack was Mr. Alvarez.


"Shit… Fine. I'll take 50—wait, you said pounds, right? Do you have them in kilos?"


Sal rolled her eyes, "Do you want me to repack them for you?"


"I was being fucking sarcastic. They came in pounds when I started, they'll still come in fucking pounds when nearing its end. I'm not fucking changing anything."


"Jesus fucking christ, you don't have to be so hostile about it. I changed my mind, I'll just have 20."


"I said I changed my mind. We can't have too much at one time. Weed's been pretty much holding my guys together but that shit's dangerous if you have them regularly."


"Fine. How about you?" Sal sighed softly before turning to Mr. Cuervo.


Meeting III - Yeah, about that...