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

Confused, I push deeper into the connection. That's when I see it – a haze clouding the cult leader's mind, like a thick fog obscuring his thoughts. Within this murk, I catch glimpses of clarity, quickly swallowed up by the surrounding darkness.

"He's... drugging me," the cult leader's voice whispers in my mind, fragmented and disjointed. "Can't... think clearly. Can't resist."

The realization hits me like a physical blow. The cult leader isn't willingly working with Taesung – he's trapped in a chemically induced haze, his will suppressed by whatever Taesung is injecting him with.

I try to respond, to offer some words of comfort or assistance, but the connection is fragile. It's like trying to hold a conversation underwater, the words distorted and difficult to grasp.

"I'll help you," I project, hoping the thought gets through. "Just hold on. We'll find a way to clear your mind."

Dreamless unconsciousness (1)