Story regarding the excellent universes of Warhammer 40K and Cyberpunk 2077 (Mostly the Cyberpunk: Edgerunners) - Follow the tracks of ever more misfitting group than ever! Now Introducing: 010000010000000001100100000000000111011000000000011001010000000001101110000000000111010000000000. May the Omnissiach preserve us...

NAME IS PRONOUNCED ZĂH-KĒR NOT (Zah-qweer) Has nothing to do with sexuality. Sci-fi | dark biopunk | post-apocalyptic | time-slip | progression fantasy The world had already ended. It should have died permanently. All life should have continued to deteriorate until extinction, an irreversible sequence. But even the universe itself seemed to refuse. Earth bore a hidden gift discovered by the remnants of humanity. A miracle capable of restoring what was lost. A classified element believed to be purposed for rebirth and evolution, though evolution was an understatement. AA4. Rumored to be the "all existing god clay." Massive domes conceal hypercities housing the world's remaining population from the warped landscape beyond. Mutated monstrosities, vampiric flora, and supernatural phenomena now roam an Earth that no longer resembles its former self. The present has become an anchor on a fragile plane. A gravitational sinkhole in the timeline, pulling in relics, prehistoric apex predators, and even people from different points in the past. Zaqueer is a seventeen-year-old boy who isn't some hero. He isn't adventurous or daring. All he wants is to spend time with his friends and father, play games, and read books about the old world within the comfort of his dome city. He was just supposed to be the kid with the weird name. But after his dome is destroyed, Zaqueer is thrown into the dangers of the outside world. Before the attack, his father leaves him with a strange warning: "Don't Wake..." Following the hypertrain rails toward the next dome, Zaqueer encounters a cast of time-displaced individuals searching for a way back home. The anomalies they face are things that should not exist. But death keeps fleeing from him, leaving only the sting of molten glass in his veins. Zaqueer begins to realize he isn't who he thinks he is. Nor what. The path laid before him may not be his own. Zaqueer is past tense. And whatever he's becoming... The world knows.

While Hadrian's corporations squabble amongst themselves, something is stirring in the ruins of Hadrian South. Former streetkid Piper Russell soon finds herself facing a new enemy that has only one goal: to destroy the world she knows, and everyone in it. * || SOMETIMES THE PAST DOESN'T DIE || North of the river, Hadrian is a city reeling from a fallout between its competing tech corporations. With the tech-corps at each other's throats and rebellion beginning to fester among Hadrian's citizens, the city is reaching boiling point. Caught in the middle of a vicious shadow-conflict, Piper finds her loyalties tested from all sides. Filled with living metal implants, owned by no corporation, and wanted by all of them, she has to tread the finest of lines to stay alive, all while trying to unravel the mystery of her origins. But while the corporations squabble, in the ruins of Hadrian South something is stirring, something much worse than any rebellion. The past has come back to haunt this city. And it has come back to take revenge. || AmpCore: Book 2 || - [Updates Every Sunday]

In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined. * * * * * As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live. But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else. --------- Excerpt: I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow. Glowing eyes were not normal. Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal. What was I then? For that, I had no answer [[Word count: 495,000]] Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given. Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.