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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 operation (1)

Back at our shelter, the atmosphere is tense but determined as we quickly regroup in the main meeting room. The walls, lined with maps and notes, bear witness to countless plans and strategies, but tonight's meeting holds a particular gravity. The encounter with the North Korean guards has escalated the stakes, necessitating a swift and strategic response.

I stand at the head of the table, facing a room filled with anxious but resolute faces from both our shelter and Min-soo's City Hall group. The shared experience of the night's near-disaster has solidified a bond between us, and it's time to harness that unity into a concrete plan of action.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming together at short notice," I begin, my voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. "Tonight, we were reminded of the significant threat the North Korean group poses not just to our operations but to our lives. It's clear that defensive measures alone won't be enough."