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

The needle pierces my skin, and a burning sensation spreads through my veins. The world around me begins to blur, voices fading into a distant hum. As darkness encroaches on my vision, I feel myself slipping away, falling into an abyss of unconsciousness.

Suddenly, I'm jolted awake by the sound of an alarm clock. I blink, disoriented, and find myself in a familiar bedroom. My bedroom. In Seoul. Sunlight streams through the curtains, and the air is filled with the usual sounds of a city waking up.

Confused, I stumble out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. The face that greets me in the mirror is my own, but unmarked by the hardships I remember. No scars, no haunted look in my eyes. Just... me.

Catch him