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

I take a deep breath as I pick up the radio, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjust the frequency to the one Seok-Jin and I have been using for our communications. I press the button, hearing the familiar crackle of static before I speak.

"Seok-Jin," I say, my voice low and urgent. "It's me. We need to talk."

There's a long pause, and for a moment, I fear that he hasn't received my message. But then, his voice comes through the speaker, tinged with a weariness I haven't heard before.

"I figured you'd be in touch," he says, his tone guarded. "I assume this is about the government's latest move? And about Chairman Hwang?"

I nod, forgetting for a moment that he can't see me. "You're right," I reply, my grip tightening on the radio. "I've been thinking, and I believe it's time for us to have that meeting with the Chairman. But I have some conditions."

A meeting with Chairman Hwang (1)