TK_Selwyn

I can't explain why or how this cycle repeats for me. Yet, what I do understand is each time I die, I return to the starting point, a zombie apocalypse, and continue my journey anew.

In my first apocalypse, I overlooked the creeping signs of doom until overrun by zombies in my flat, where I perished in sheer terror.

The second attempt to alert others of the impending chaos fell on deaf ears; labelled a lunatic, I fled the city, only to succumb to starvation and exposure alone in the wild.

By the third go, I sought safety in wealth, collecting vast supplies, yet fell victim to a brutal gang.

Now, understanding the key—precise foresight, survival skills, strict secrecy, and solitude—I see the purpose in reliving this collapse. This time, failure is not an option. This time, I will survive and outlive the apocalypse.

My Last Apocalypse

As Mina begins to share her knowledge, the gravity of the situation settles over us. "There are about 20 of them, all armed," she starts, her voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of fear.

"Can you explain how they decide who becomes a 'Candidate'?" I probe, hoping for insight into their selection process.

Mina's shoulders slump slightly, a gesture of uncertainty. "I really don't know the specifics," she admits. "Upon arrival, everyone had to go through blood tests. It seemed like those tests determined our fates. Some... some didn't make it past that point, whilst others, like myself, were selected and taken to the ship."

Her mention of the ship and its ominous role in transporting 'Candidates' prompts me to dig deeper. "How did you manage to escape from them?" I ask, the hint of a plan beginning to form in my mind.

The city of Donghae