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My Last Apocalypse

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.

TK_Selwyn · Fantasy
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155 Chs

The 'Candidate' (3)

The decision to head back to Yong's shelter settles firmly among us, guided by the pragmatic understanding of our situation. Nighttime in the city brings its own set of dangers, the darkness a cloak for the infected and other threats lurking within the ruins. Travelling under such conditions, especially with someone we've just met, amplifies the risk not just to ourselves but to her as well.

Moreover, the protocol we've established—of not bringing someone directly to our main shelter—is a rule born out of necessity, a safeguard against potential threats that could compromise the safety of our group.

"I think it's best we head to Yong's shelter for now," I say, addressing both Joon-ho and the woman. "It's dangerous to travel in the dark, and we have protocols we need to follow before bringing someone new to our main shelter." The words are gentle but firm, an attempt to bridge the gap between our willingness to help and the constraints that govern our actions.