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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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After the intense skirmish, as Seok-Jin's team pursues the retreating Bugu town attackers, those of us remaining at the City Hall shelter begin the sombre task of clearing the debris and assessing the damage. The air is still thick with the acrid smell of smoke and the metallic tang of spilled blood, a stark reminder of the battle we have just endured. Dust particles dance in the shafts of sunlight that filter through the shattered windows, casting an eerie glow over the devastated interior.

As I coordinate the cleanup efforts, directing the weary survivors to salvage what they can and tend to the wounded, Yong approaches me, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. Beside him is a woman, her clothes torn and covered in dust, visibly shaken and trying to shrink away from the eyes fixed upon her. Her dark hair is matted with sweat and grime, and her wide, fearful eyes dart around the room, as if seeking an escape.