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 I sit in the dimly lit room of our shelter, pouring over maps and documents, a sudden knock at the door startles me from my thoughts. I look up to see Joon-ho entering, a grim expression on his face. "We just received a message from the cult group," he says, his voice low and urgent. "They're planning to strike the government shelter in Donghae in three days, and they want to know if we'll join them."

I feel a sudden weight settle in my chest, a mix of fear and anticipation. I've known this moment was coming, but now that it's here, I find myself hesitating. The stakes are so high, the potential for tragedy so great, that I can't help but second-guess myself.

I take the message from Joon-ho, my eyes scanning the hastily scrawled words. The cult group is determined to move forward with their plan, with or without our help. They believe that the time for action is now, that we must strike while we still have the element of surprise.

A sudden attack