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

I face Kwon across a battered table, the hum of the rain a steady backdrop to our tense conversation. "Do you know what the government was looking for in Busan?" I ask, hoping for a sliver of truth in a sea of uncertainties.

Kwon shakes his head, his eyes avoiding mine. "I truly have no idea. They never shared details with contractors like me."

Despite his denial, a suspicion gnaws at me, formed from past patterns and whispered stories. "I suspect they were looking for candidates," I murmur, more to myself than to him. "It's something they've done before in this region—scouting for people with certain traits."

Leaving Kwon under the watchful eyes of Min-soo's security, I find Min-soo overseeing the reunion of his group members. "Will your group take their old members back?" I ask, noting the emotional reunions around us.

Min-soo nods, his expression softening. "Yes, they've already decided. It's good to have them back."

Time Travel Experiments