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 final echoes of gunfire fade into the unsettling stillness, Seok-Jin strides purposefully over to where I stand, surveying the grim aftermath of the brutal attack. The air is thick with the acrid, pungent smell of gunpowder and the unmistakable, metallic tang of blood. Around us, the weary defenders of the City Hall shelter are catching their breath, their bodies still tense with the lingering adrenaline of survival.

Seok-Jin's appearance is calm and composed, his keen gaze assessing the area with a practiced, analytical eye. "We're here to help," he states simply, his voice steady and assured, as if the sudden arrival of his heavily armed group was the most natural occurrence in the world.

I'm taken aback, confusion knitting my brow as I struggle to process the unexpected turn of events. "Why?" I ask, my voice a mix of suspicion and hesitant gratitude. "Why help us now, after all this time?"

City Hall shelter defence (3)