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Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

"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

Sky2316 · Horror
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Fights - Gains and Losses

I quickly tried to compose myself from what had happened and I took note of everyone that had the same reaction as us. A third of the audience seemed to be newcomers like us though we can't always say for sure. The next fight quickly followed and it's between two guys betting three cartons of cigarettes for a .38 Special revolver. I was expecting a high-level fight but it was a mud-fight right from the get go. I slightly lost interest then I saw Ilya approaching me with a smile.

"Here, I scored myself something really easy." Ilya said after handing my Tavor back while still in the same getup. However, the Remington 700 and the two boxes of ammo are not in his person. Not only that, ten rounds of 5.56 is missing from one of the magazines.

"Must be the house's cut." I thought to myself.

I looked at him briefly to check if I'm right by lifting the magazine and he nodded.

"Yeah, they receive a small cut from the winnings. I think it's how they stay afloat." he added.