1979, Manager Kim is Inheriting Dictatorship! - Chapter 2



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Episode 2

Deokjeong-ri, located at the bottom of a mountain valley, is a small rural village with a population of less than 100 people.

Because it was such a remote place, it wasn’t a place with many people coming and going except during holidays.

But today it’s a bit too quiet.

At the very least, it would be normal to see grandmothers waiting to catch the village bus or tractors carrying goods to the auction house.

Now, a sense of silence had descended, as if everyone had gone somewhere.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally started the truck again and entered Deokjeong-ri village.

Knock knock!

First, I went to the house of the village chief near the court and carefully knocked on the door.

But no matter how many times I knocked on the door, I couldn’t hear any sign of life inside the house.

Unable to bear the feeling of frustration, I finally opened the front door and went into the front yard.

‘It’s empty.’

The cultivator and junk truck that the village chief always rides around in are all there.

Of course, the house was completely empty, and a table of rice and side dishes was laid out on the floor.

But as time passed, the rice and side dishes that had been soaked in water began to smell musty.

At this point, it’s clear that he’s been away for at least three days? No, over a week.

Did they evacuate in a hurry?

If that was the case, there should have been signs of someone having packed their bags, but the inside of the house was no different than usual.

I kept fixing the poor mask and thought for a while about what to do.

At this point, I should fill up with gas and head straight to Seoul.

Krrrr!

But at that moment, Coco, who had been quietly sniffing nearby, bared her teeth and growled.

Woof woof!

He’s a smart guy and doesn’t bark unless it’s absolutely necessary, but he’s acting a little strange right now.

The dog was barking fiercely and dragging its leash as if a wild animal was nearby.

After calming down the growling guy, I quietly stuck my head out the front door.

‘person?’

An old woman was staggering around near the truck parked in front of the house.

The face looks familiar.

I’m sure it’s the supermarket lady I used to have short conversations with when I went to buy cigarettes.

But she was banging her head on the truck window and making a strange noise for some reason.

The sight was like seeing a beast running after a sound.

Grrrrr.

After a while, the woman who had been repeating the same action turns her head towards me.

His hair was disheveled, his neck was bloodied, saliva and foam flowed from his mouth, and his pupils were gray.

I felt a chill for a moment at the sight of something that was obviously not normal, and I flinched and took a step back.

Kyaaaaah!

At that moment, her face distorted like a demon’s and she soon ran at incredible speed.

I was so shocked by the completely unexpected action that I hurriedly closed the door and tried to step back.

Boom!

But the speed was so fast that they allowed access before the door even closed.

I instinctively avoided the menacing touch and pulled the dog leash back hard.

Unless she’s a cripple, you can tell something’s wrong with her just by looking at her.

I suddenly remembered the mutant virus and pushed away Coco who was trying to bite my leg.

If the guy bites you, you might get infected with some kind of Chinese rabies or something.

Kyaaaaah!

Meanwhile, the woman who had regained her composure ran towards me again and grabbed my clothes.

“… … !”

The force is so strong that it is difficult to shake off despite the obvious difference in size.

I ended up kicking the lady’s right ankle, knocking her down, and quickly tied up both of her arms.

Knock knock!

But soon a shocking sight unfolded.

The old woman, who had been struggling with her whole body, turned her arm, almost breaking her shoulder joint.

The blind madness that only made me shiver was so frightening that it gave me goosebumps.

‘I don’t have a Mac.’

By then I had noticed.

She clearly has the form of a living human, but she is by no means a living human.

virus!

Feeling a momentary sense of foreboding, I quickly backed away from the struggling ‘thing’.

“Get in the car!”

And then he started running towards the truck outside the gate with an excited Coco.

The engine is already running, so all you have to do is step on the accelerator and go.

Kyaaaaak!

bang!

At that moment, an old woman ran out the front door and followed me, screaming strangely.

Despite having broken joints in both arms, he is following the truck at incredible speed.

Accelerate.

My breathing is getting harder.

I quietly watched ‘it’ moving further and further away through the car’s rearview mirror.

It was clear that he was a person who had not been able to walk properly, let alone run, since undergoing joint surgery.

But now, he was following the truck without resting, as if he were some kind of track and field athlete.

What on earth is this mutant virus that can turn people into that kind of person?

If such infected people were to roam the streets, the city would quickly become a battlefield.

Squeak!

After seeing the seriousness of the situation with my own eyes, I hurriedly turned the steering wheel to the side.

My destination was neither a gas station nor a community center, but the police station where I stored my pistol.

* * *

When we think of common routes through which viruses spread, we often think of airports or densely populated large cities where there is a high risk of inflow from overseas.

At least that’s the initial process that needs to be completed before the virus can spread to such remote villages.

But it’s only been a week.

It doesn’t make sense that an evacuation order could be issued in just a week.

What on earth is the route through which this virus is transmitted that makes the infection rate so fast?

As I was driving the truck, I couldn’t tell if this was reality or a dream.

Kyaaaaak!

But every time that happened, the infected people running out onto the road would bring me back to reality.

Squeak!

I quickly turned the wheel to avoid the infected rushing towards the truck.

What the heck!

Give me some time to think.

Coco, who was sitting next to him, also fidgeted and didn’t know what to do as the swear words came out spontaneously.

In the meantime, the truck that had been cutting through the middle of town arrived in front of the police station.

CLANG!

I got out of the car in a hurry, took out a rusty crowbar from the trunk, and looked around.

Judging by the fact that Coco isn’t growling, it seems there are no infected people in this area.

I told the dog not to bark and slowly approached the police station.

Thump, thump, thump.

The entrance to the police station, where the glass doors were all broken, was covered in red liquid that had turned brown.

At the same time, several rotting corpses came into view, along with a stench that stung the nose.

Give up thinking.

I blocked out my emotions as much as possible and entered the police station, avoiding the corpses one by one.

There had been a commotion, as the floor and walls were covered in red blood.

I quietly looked inside and soon discovered a familiar corpse.

‘Sergeant Kim.’

He was a kind young man who always had a smile on his face and made me coffee whenever I came to return my rifle.

He was debating whether to marry Nonghyup’s Kim Yang, and then he ended up rotting away like a corpse.

The cause of death was instant death due to a ruptured occipital bone.

I quietly closed Officer Kim’s eyes and picked up the bundle of keys he was holding.

I just need to find a way to get to Seoul with my own pistol and ammunition.

With my head cooled, I tried to walk towards the gun storage on the second floor.

Cheek!

But at that moment, a voice was heard along with static from the walkie-talkie that Police Officer Kim was holding.

[Bang, was that you that truck that just passed by? Are you alive? Please answer me, kid!]

It’s a familiar voice. It’s Officer Park, who usually rides in the patrol car with Officer Kim.

I remembered meeting him a few times and greeting him, so I answered while holding the blood-stained radio.

“Sergeant Park.”

[Huh, huh? Could it be Mr. Daesu?]

“Yes, that’s me.”

[Why is Mr. Daesu there… … .]

“The truck that just passed by is stopping me. Let’s talk about the details later. Where are you now?”

The fact that Officer Park radioed this way means that he’s at least in a safe place.

I waited for an answer, hoping that the military or police might be on the move.

[D, everyone is gathered at the town hall. 7 people? 8 people? There are kids too, so maybe 9 people… … .]

But the answer I heard was enough to dispel even the slightest bit of my expectations.

As I let out a deep sigh, Officer Park, feeling uneasy, shouted urgently.

[Is Officer Kim there? We just met, right? Please speak to Officer Kim!]

“He died.”

[Huh? He died?]

“I’ll go in your place, so explain the situation first. It’ll probably take some time.”

The entrance to the town hall that we had just passed was clearly teeming with infected people.

The fact that there are people in there means they’ve been stuck there for a week now and can’t do anything.

After hearing that there were children, I changed my mind and went up to the second floor with the walkie-talkie.

Squeak.

Every time I came to return my gun, I hated that musty, musty smell.

But when it came to actually needing a means to protect myself, there was nothing I missed more than this smell.

This cool sensation.

I opened the gun storage door, found a familiar serial number, and took out the shotgun and ammunition.

[Are you sure you’re talking about a gun safe right now?]

Officer Park, who had been explaining the situation through the walkie-talkie, asked back in a trembling voice.

The criminal act of taking a gun without due process, while at the same time implying that one might shoot the gun.

No matter how bad the situation got, it was not something the police could just sit back and do nothing about.

“Do you need that too?”

[… … Father, please.]

But Officer Park was someone who had experienced the severity of the situation before me.

He quickly accepted the reality and told me the location of his gun locker and the password.

I spoke with Officer Park while checking the gun that had been left unattended for a week to make sure it was okay.

“How many people do you see at the entrance?”

[There seem to be about five of us. We’re trying to have a conversation, but it’s not working.]

“It probably won’t work. Don’t touch it.”

If we had communicated properly, we would have apologized long ago and run to Seoul with a free pass.

After roughly checking the location and number, I picked up the checked gun and loaded it.

Crunch!

The new Benelli Vinci, purchased just over a month ago, shows off its solid majesty.

Only then did my hands stop shaking, and I gathered up the rest of my ammunition and equipment and stood up.

[Hey, hey! But.]

“Go ahead.”

[Are you thinking of shooting a gun?]

The timeline passed by so quickly that I still don’t fully understand the situation.

I responded by turning off the radio and quickly left the police station.

Squeak.

Then Coco, who had been looking around, wags her tail and walks between her feet.

The appearance was exactly like that of a hunting dog waiting for its owner right before hunting.

He knows it too.

That what we have to catch in the future is closer to wild animals than humans.

“let’s go.”

I got into the truck with Coco and soon turned the steering wheel toward the town hall.