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!

From my experience doing this thing with everyone else, it'd look like they'd momentarily ground to a halt—and it was enough time for me to finish things, but from what I was seeing from Joe, as long as he was expecting it and was aware of it, he could move just fine. However, as backwards as this may sound, the moment I took killing intent out of the picture and went with just speed, he didn't even notice the back of my blade mere millimeters from his neck.

To avoid killing one of Iskoh's rising stars, I was limiting the output to the minimum—but the moment I ran with none at all, I didn't think I'd end this exhibition match this way.

It was because even if I didn't lop Joe's head off, I completed my swing and went all the way through—leaving an indent to the side of his neck and knocking him out with that one blow.

The Principe?