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 subsequent days find Joon-ho and me perched in our concealed lookout spot, binoculars and drone controls at the ready. We've established a routine of meticulous observation, focusing particularly on the movements within the camp and, more specifically, on Hyun. Our aim is clear: decipher the patterns of the guards' shifts and pinpoint when Hyun would take her turn.

Through careful monitoring and rigorous notetaking, we determine that the guard shifts change every six hours like clockwork, with Hyun typically taking the dawn shift. This predictable schedule provides us a reliable window to attempt contact without raising suspicion.

"It's almost too regimented for a makeshift survivor camp," Joon-ho comments quietly as we watch the changing of the guards through the drone's high-resolution camera, which sends back crisp, clear images to our tablet, allowing us to discern even the smallest details.

A plan