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 vaccine worked perfectly at first. It was a miracle, watching the undead slowly regain their humanity, their flesh knitting back together, their eyes clearing of the milky haze that had consumed them. They started to speak, to move with purpose, to show signs of the people they once were. It was a triumph, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that had engulfed us for so long.</p>

<p>But our elation was short-lived. Not long after the initial success, they started to deteriorate again, their bodies twisting and contorting as the virus reasserted its hold. One by one, they reverted back to their zombie state, their minds consumed by an insatiable hunger, their actions driven by a primal instinct to feed.</p>

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