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

The emergency shelter is nestled in a newly-built high-rise apartment complex near the seaside edge of the city, a location that is slightly removed from the bustling city centre. Even before the apocalypse, this area was sparsely populated as development was still underway.

The towering skyscrapers, their gleaming windows reflecting the sunlight, stand as silent sentinels over the deserted streets below. The once-pristine sidewalks are now cracked and overgrown with weeds, a testament to the passage of time and the absence of human maintenance.

The city government had ambitious plans to build a tram railway along the shore to attract tourists, but the project was left incomplete as chaos ensued. The skeletal remains of the unfinished tram tracks stretch out along the coastline, rusting metal beams and abandoned construction equipment serving as haunting reminders of the city's shattered dreams.

A strange noise