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>As we set out on our mission to expand our search towards the North, a sense of anticipation hangs in the air. The unknown stretches out before us, a vast expanse of potential discoveries and hidden truths waiting to be uncovered. With each step, we venture further into uncharted territory, our senses heightened and our resolve unwavering.</p>

<p>Our first stop is the nuclear site, a once-bustling hub of activity now reduced to an eerie silence. The place where the government used to transport people by ship lies empty, a haunting reminder of the world that once was. As we pick our way through the abandoned structures, the weight of the past presses down upon us, a testament to the fragility of the world we once knew.</p>

A face from my past