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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. *** [UPDATED DAILY] Welcome to my novel! This marks my debut work on WebNovel. I hope you enjoy it, and I always welcome your feedback.

TK_Selwyn · Fantaisie
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We head back to see Hyun, our bags heavier with a fresh batch of antibiotics and prescription medicines. The plan is clear but complex: to introduce a rumour into Hyun's network that pins the warehouse attack on Bugu town, subtly stirring the pot between them and the city hall shelter. Yet, nestled within this strategy is my genuine curiosity about reaching the government, especially after Hyun's revelation about their hunt for the black-eyed infected.

Upon our arrival, Hyun greets us with a nod, her eyes quickly assessing the goods we've brought. The air between us crackles with the anticipation of trade and the unspoken stories that linger just beneath the surface. There's a palpable tension, a sense that the information we're about to exchange could shift the balance of power in our fragile, post-apocalyptic world.

"I've brought more supplies," I start, laying out the antibiotics on the table. "But it's not just medicines I'm interested in trading today."