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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 · Fantaisie
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Dr Kim

The days blur into a continuous stream of investigation as I dive deeper into the logs found on the laptop. Each passing hour is marked by the discovery of new information, the piecing together of fragments that slowly form a larger, more complex picture. The glow of the screen illuminates my face as I pore over the documents, my eyes straining to absorb every detail, every clue that might bring me closer to understanding the truth behind my cyclical existence. It becomes clear that these documents were separate from the public scandal of the anti-ageing project. They represent a different thread, a hidden narrative that runs parallel to the known story. Whoever owned this laptop had embarked on an entirely different, perhaps even more clandestine venture: time travel experiments using a substance known as "Agent X."