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 the first hints of dawn break over the horizon, Joon-ho and I are already in place, huddled behind a clump of thick bushes that offer a decent cover with a clear line of sight to the camp. The drone, fully charged and ready, sits between us, its sleek metal body gleaming in the faint morning light. Today's mission feels different—there's a weight to it, a gravity that hadn't been there before. The air is thick with tension, and a sense of foreboding settles in the pit of my stomach.</p>

<p>I fiddle nervously with the note I've prepared, second-guessing my decision to reveal my potential role in this escalating situation. "I'm going to tell her," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, more to convince myself than to inform Joon-ho. "It might be the only way to prevent an attack." My hands tremble slightly as I hold the small piece of paper, the words I've written seeming to burn into my skin.</p>

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