Z Nation FanFiction / Zompocalypse Story
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  • Reads 764
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  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 27m
Ongoing, First published Jul 25, 2017
The Zompocalypse. What more need be said. Food is manna from heaven. Water is a privilege. Air Conditioning... Yeah right. Shelter usually means a dilapidated shack over grown with mold and infested with vermin and bugs. Plus, I just picked the one group that happens to be transporting the literal fate o' humanity across the mother-loving country...so no pressure, I guess. It also doesn't help when the romantic tension between you and one of your team mates is pulled tighter than a violin string. Yeah, I'd say life's going pretty well right now.

You do NOT have to watch/like the show to read this because I will interlace my own plot and characters with the show's. This is mainly just a Zombie book with a background of Z nation Fan-fiction.
DISCLAIMER - I ReadingPal14 DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT, OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR THE UNDERLYING PLOT. YOU'LL KNOW WHEN A CHARACTER IS BECAUSE I'LL SAY.
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