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

Seok-jin and I lead a small, well-armed group towards the outskirts of Pohang. The tension is palpable as we move through the abandoned streets, using crumbling buildings and overturned vehicles for cover. I catch Joon-ho's eye as we advance; his face is grim, mirroring the anxiety we all feel.

"Remember," Seok-jin whispers as we near our destination, "we don't know their intentions. Stay alert."

When we're close enough to make out individual figures in the government group, Seok-jin raises his hand, signaling us to stop. He takes a deep breath, then nods. "Now."

In a coordinated move that we've practiced countless times, our group emerges from various hiding spots. The sound of multiple weapons being readied breaks the eerie silence.

"Don't move!" Seok-jin shouts, his voice echoing off the nearby buildings. "Drop your weapons and put your hands where we can see them!"

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