webnovel

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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
155 Chs

The warning

A few tense days drag by, each filled with a simmering anticipation of news or movement. The air is thick with a palpable sense of unease, as if the very atmosphere is holding its breath, waiting for something to break the suffocating stillness. When the crackle of the radio finally shatters the oppressive silence, it's a sharp, jarring reminder of the fragile connections that bind us together in these uncertain times, tenuous threads that could snap at any moment. I listen intently as Seok-Jin's voice comes through, tinged with the ever-present static of a long-distance transmission, a ghostly echo that seems to amplify the sense of isolation.

"Good morning," Seok-Jin begins, his voice filtered through the radio's persistent hiss, a constant reminder of the vast distances that separate us. "I've been reflecting deeply on our situation—about your... unique circumstance."