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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 · Fantasía
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Her past

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We meet Yui at the promised spot, a secluded area near the edge of town, and it's immediately clear that she is in deep sorrow. Her face is downcast, her eyes red and puffy from crying, and her movements are sluggish, as if weighed down by an invisible burden. I approach her cautiously, my heart filled with concern, and ask softly, "Are you okay?" She remains silent, her gaze fixed on the ground, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

After a moment that feels like an eternity, she finally speaks, her voice barely above a whisper, "My dog is unwell."

"How unwell?" I inquire gently, trying to gauge the severity of the situation.

"It's pretty bad," she says, her voice thick with worry and emotion. "He's had a high fever and severe diarrhoea for days now, and he can't keep any food down. I've tried everything, but nothing seems to help."