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 slowly open my eyes, my vision blurry and unfocused. The familiar ceiling of the shelter comes into view, and I become aware of the soft bed beneath me. As my senses gradually return, I hear hushed voices nearby.

"Look! He's awake!" Sue's excited whisper reaches my ears.

Suddenly, three faces appear above me - Joon-ho, Sue, and Hye-jin. Their expressions are a mix of relief and concern.

"Water," I croak, my throat dry and scratchy.

Hye-jin quickly brings a glass to my lips, helping me take small sips. As I drink, I notice the worry lines etched on their faces, the dark circles under their eyes.

"How long..." I start to ask, but my voice fails me.

"You've been unconscious for almost three weeks," Joon-ho says softly. "We were starting to fear you might never wake up."

I blink in surprise. "Three weeks? What happened?"

Joon-ho exchanges glances with Sue and Hye-jin before answering. "What's the last thing you remember?"

Dreamless unconsciousness (2)