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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 · Fantasia
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155 Chs

The deal

As the last leaves of autumn flutter to the ground, signalling the onset of winter, the chill in the air deepens, and the days grow shorter. The change in weather ushers in a season of preparation and caution. Everyone in our shelter is well aware that the coming cold will bring its own challenges, both in terms of survival and the infected, who somehow seem more relentless in the winter months.

During a routine morning briefing, Yong strides in, a brisk note in his step despite the cold. "The traders are back in town," he announces, a spark of interest in his eyes. "They've set up shop in the city centre, right in the main square. It's quite a sight to behold."

This news catches my immediate attention, and I lean forward, eager to hear more. "Did you see Hyun?" I ask, recalling our unresolved need to gather information from her—a key player among the traders who seems to have her finger on the pulse of everything happening in the region.