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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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To the Bugu town

The sun is just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the weathered planks of my improvised office. The golden light filters through the cracks, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere, but the tranquillity is shattered by the sudden static burst of the radio. It cuts through the silence like a knife, immediately setting the atmosphere on edge. Min-soo's voice crackles through the speaker, strained with a palpable sense of urgency. "We've got a serious problem," he states tersely, his words carrying a weight that makes my stomach clench. "Several members from our scavenging teams have failed to check in. They were headed north, towards the sectors adjacent to Bugu town."

My grip tightens reflexively around the radio handset, the plastic creaking under the pressure. "How many are missing?" I ask, trying to keep my tone steady despite the growing sense of unease.