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 settle into my private quarters back at the shelter, I carefully lay out the documents that Chairman Hwang entrusted to me. My hands tremble slightly as I open the folder, a sense of trepidation and anticipation coursing through my veins.

On the first page, I find what appears to be a personal letter or memo, addressed directly to me. I take a deep breath and begin to read, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I don't have much time," the letter begins, the words seeming to leap off the page with a sense of urgency. "I've always suspected... I think my suspicion is becoming the truth."

I feel a flicker of recognition at those words, a sense of kinship with the enigmatic Chairman. Like me, it seems, he has been grappling with the strange, inexplicable phenomenon of reincarnation.

Hwang's letter