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

<p>The conflict between the Bugu town people and the city hall shelter has intensified, evolving from skirmishes to full-blown confrontations that echo through the desolate streets of our city. What began as smaller-scale battles, marked by caution and restraint, has spiralled into open warfare, with both sides now openly engaging with firearms and tactics reminiscent of the old world's conflicts.</p>

<p>The disparity in numbers and resources between the two groups has become a defining aspect of this escalating war. The city hall shelter, with its larger population, might have seemed poised to dominate this struggle through sheer force of numbers. However, the reality on the ground paints a different picture. The Bugu town group, though smaller, has leveraged its stockpile of ammunition to level the playing field, employing a level of strategic thinking and resource management that has caught their more numerous adversaries off guard.</p>

The government intervention