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 the man's face comes into focus, as the memories come flooding back, I feel a surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. Kwon. The name echoes in my mind, a ghost from a past I had thought long buried.

He was once a trusted ally, a friend and confidant in the shelter we called home. In those early days of the outbreak, when the world was falling apart around us and hope seemed like a distant memory, Kwon was a rock, a steadfast presence that helped keep us grounded, helped us believe that we could somehow find a way to survive.

But then, everything changed. In a moment of weakness, a moment of selfish desperation, Kwon betrayed us all. He struck a deal with our rival shelter, offering them our resources, our supplies, in exchange for his own safety and a place among their ranks.

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