Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 110



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59. Cabin

It is an undeniable fact that Woo Min-hee has been suspicious of this pure Park Gyu recently.

gijayangban: Really?

gijayangban: Is it really that big?

gijayangban : Um······

This sly woman leaves my 0 comment post unused for a day or so before she commits the above terrorism in the comments.

She cleverly knows that I check my comments every time a comment notification pops up, and she even deletes all of her comments within an hour of posting them.

I still think she doesn’t know my identity.

Well, I guess there is some suspicion.

There are a few places that immediately come to mind.

Matching bulletin board nickname and personal identification code.

The fact that Skeleton has no activity on the bulletin board when going on an outing to Incheon.

Here are some examples that might suggest that Skeleton is Park Gyu.

Eom Chang-yi’s childish yet extraordinary brilliance.

But this Park Gyu is the kind of person who once he sticks his foot out, he sticks it out till the end.

Moreover, I know very well what kind of person Woo Min-hee is.

That woman lives on 10% reason and 90% impulse.

Just like this Park Gyu-ga sticks his neck out until the end, this woman is also the type to tease people once she gets hooked.

I have never had a personal relationship with this woman, but from what I’ve heard from men who have dated her, they all say they were appalled by her outrageous suspicions and persistence.

This woman calling me a slut must be an extension of the glamorous and shining days of that time.

Above all, if that woman is 100% sure that I am the one, she will come to me.

This is not a hypothesis.

It is unconditional and inevitable.

It’s like when you put a value into a calculator, the answer comes out right away.

In this case, it is best to ignore it, but if you ignore her pranks for too long and pretend not to see them, it can only increase her suspicions.

She waited for me to comment on the “0 Comments Post” I wrote yesterday and immediately replied.

gijayangban : um

SKELTON: ?

Is there any expression of intent as brief yet profound as this question mark?

The reporter seemed to have similar thoughts to me as he added another comment similar to mine.

gijayangban : um

SKELTON: ?

gijayangban : ?

“······.”

What should I do?

I’ve made life-threatening choices many times with an axe in my hand, but this is the first time I’ve made a life-threatening choice with a keyboard in my hand.

Here again the question mark is not the answer.

The exclamation mark belongs to Sea Monkey Papa.

But if I use a wave pattern, it will make her angry.

Now that I think about it, the question mark is also written by holding down the shift key.

Anyway, I have to say something here.

What should I say?

I thought back to my school days, my time as team leader, and my experiences with the person named Woo Min-hee after the destruction, but no thoughts came to mind.

Now that it’s come to this,

Tap

SKELTON : White Tiger

There is no choice but to leave it to the subconscious.

gijayangban : ?

SKELTON: Dong-oh’s Virtuous King Eom Baek-ho

gijayangban: You’re saying weird things again.

“······.”

Is there anything so strange?

What’s wrong with Dong-o’s Deokwang Eom Baek-ho?

Anyway, it seems that the virtue of Eom Baek-ho still reaches us even after 2,000 years, as Woo Min-hee did not leave any more comments after this.

If we think about it realistically, something came up or he probably went to read another article.

Anyway, aside from this woman’s suspicion and harassing me, there is something I am preparing for.

Bam-

Chop the firewood and stack it neatly,

Cast cast cast

Make food that you can eat comfortably throughout the winter,

Wheeeeeeeeing-

Check the boiler and heating system.

Yes, that’s right.

I am preparing for winter.

Some might think this is crazy.

What kind of winter preparation are you doing in this late summer when the daytime temperature rises to 30 degrees?

But the cold wave is coming.

According to the American bulletin board, didn’t they say that a cold wave worse than last year was coming?

Even if a cold wave doesn’t come, you have to prepare for winter.

When you’re not prepared for a monster, you have the option of not fighting or running away, but when you’re not prepared for a cold wave, you have no other choice but to die.

That was proven by the dozens of corpses frozen to death on the golf course in front of my territory.

The secret weapon I have prepared for this winter is a wood-burning boiler.

But when you actually try to install this, it’s not that simple.

It’s too big to fit into a bunker.

There was no way to get in, as the main entrance, the largest one, was sealed off due to the threat of the Legion.

I tried to get in through the garage, but that failed because the door from the garage to the main bunker was too small.

I’ve thought about installing a wood boiler in the garage, but if a fire breaks out in the garage and spreads to the vehicles and heavy equipment, my future is over.

I’ve been thinking about how to do this for quite some time, but I haven’t come up with an answer.

So, I changed my thinking.

Instead of bringing the boiler into the house, why not build a house for the boiler?

It was none other than Rebecca who came up with the idea.

“My family built a tree house in the winter.”

There’s something decidedly romantic about spending the winter in a warm wooden cabin while it snows.

But isn’t this a bit of a luxurious experience in this time of destruction?

I have a container house.

Renovating it seemed like a much more efficient and economical option than building a bare hut.

It may be a little rusty and dirty, and it may have an appearance that makes people frown, but isn’t a person’s home good as long as it blocks the wind and rain?

When I showed the container to Rebecca, she immediately said,

“I know how to build a cabin.”

The container story isn’t even mentioned.

The omission was interpreted as meaning that the container was not worth mentioning.

“I’m good at building. I built it with a hammer with my dad.”

By the way, that Rebecca guy.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this excited.

“I was in charge of simple construction work in the military. You can trust me, Skeleton.”

What can I say, he is unusually active.

I wonder if I’m starting to get tired of the internet world I used to love.

Well, I guess it’s boring.

Because I did nothing and just did that all year long.

I realized this clearly the other day when I saw Suuga yum yum.

Rebecca guy, you hang out on the Korean bulletin board too.

Since there is nothing more to do on the bulletin boards in their favorite neighborhood, they start hanging out on bulletin boards in other countries.

But I don’t need her help.

It’s true that we’re merging realms, but now is a dangerous time.

Just yesterday, a loud noise could be heard as a group of cars raced down the road.

There were no gunshots, but the sound of multiple vehicles at this time of year is more eerie than gunshots.

We can’t necessarily come out of our safe base and do construction here together.

*

As a test, I built a house for Rebecca and her daughter all by myself.

How to transfer the heat from the boiler will be a problem that will be considered at a later date, but for now, the form will be made like the one I made for Gold before, by placing two slate panels together like a gable roof to create a tent structure where the roof also serves as a wall, and then reinforcing it with cement and some insulating material.

Before starting the actual work, I showed the mother and daughter snipers a pre-made plan.

“Oh my god.”

“Skeleton. Isn’t this a doghouse?”

The response is not good.

I’m terrified.

I tried to make an excuse.

“Even though it looks like this, it has to be small so that it can heat the inside with a small amount of heat, and it was also built right next to the bathroom so that it can transmit heat to the bathroom as well.”

“Skeleton. I love toilets.”

“The toilet is important.”

I tried making excuses, but my thoughts were rejected by the mother and daughter’s strong opposition.

“We’ll go. Let’s do it together.”

Eventually, the mother and daughter decided to help build the cabin.

A mother and daughter arrived in my territory in the early morning.

It was hard for Rebecca, who sleeps in a lot in the morning because she’s on the internet all night, but I asked her to come at dawn.

But Rebecca, who had rolled up her military uniform sleeves, had a sharp, wild animal-like gaze instead of her usual dull eyes, just like when we first met.

“I’ll take the order. Skeleton, support me.”

I guess he really doesn’t like my triangular slate house.

If you look at the way the knife is sharpened like that.

Apart from my disappointment, this time I felt deeply that Rebecca was also a soldier.

And not just any ordinary soldier, but an ace soldier.

In other words, it is a work ghost.

I even drew up a blueprint, and with Suu’s assistance, I understood the facilities and plans I had built. Then, as if possessed, I began to draw crooked English letters and symbols that I couldn’t understand on the blueprint with the pencil I had in my ear, and started working right away.

“Skeleton. Got a chainsaw?”

“There’s also a wood saw.”

“Wow. Skeletons have everything.”

“It’s basic.”

I didn’t say that I brought it from Manseok’s.

Wheeeeeeeeing—

While Suu stood guard on the hill with his rifle and binoculars, we did basic work such as cutting and trimming trees, sorting materials, and clearing the foundation for the hut.

Maybe it was because there were only two of us, but a lot of the work was completed in an instant.

As the sun was setting, I told her what I thought as she was leaving work.

“It’s good to make it look pretty, but the most important thing is to make it invisible.”

“Yeah, I understand.”

The next day she came back with revised drawings.

The interior is depicted using the surrounding hills and slopes to create an interior that appears buried in the ground from the outside, centered around a bunker behind a newly built restroom.

As I was nodding my head while looking at the picture that seemed rough but contained only the essential points, Su-u approached me.

“Mom, I stayed up all night drawing it.”

He looked at Rebecca and asked.

“Are you okay?”

“I can handle it even if I don’t sleep for a day.”

Well then, there’s no need to let it go.

“Then let’s get started right away.”

*

Under the protection of Suu’s sharp vigilance, we quickly created a new hideout.

When the new cabin, made of wood and plywood, took shape on the hillside still bearing the veil of summer, we were genuinely delighted and showered each other with compliments, but when I told him I would be staying next to the cabin, we quarrelled slightly over a different promise.

“I’m going to put a wall between us.”

“Then I have to redraw the drawing again?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m going to build my house as a gold house.”

“Gold House?”

“There is something like that.”

It’s the crude triangular house that was first shown to Rebecca and her daughter.

Anyway, as the work progressed, we felt that we were getting closer little by little, even though we still had some wariness between us.

Rebecca, who appeared to be a retired soldier, was surprisingly a foreman, and Sue also played the role of a sharp and cool observer, which was unusual for her young age.

Judging from the way he calmly spoke through his radio rather than being startled by the gunshots, we can already see the sprouts.

“Yum yum. 3km northeast. You can ignore it. Yum yum.”

After hearing that, he looked at Rebecca and said.

“Please. Let’s educate our children properly.”

“······.”

“Your husband is coming here? I don’t know how he’ll get here, but he said he’ll come.”

“Oh, I see.”

While we were preparing to face the merciless giant enemy known as winter, I suddenly felt a sense of mission as I looked at the usual chaotic bulletin board.

Preparing for winter is literally an act of making sure that I and my loved ones survive the cold of winter comfortably and prepare for the new spring that will soon come, but a thought that suddenly crossed my mind raised a heavy question in me.

If only I survive. No, if only we survive, will the coming spring be warm?

Let’s say it can’t be helped that PaleNet friends freeze to death.

But what if our friends who have prepared for the future and joined our bulletin board in hopes of living a little longer don’t make it through this winter?

How will it feel to see that bleak, barren bulletin board next spring?

“Rebecca.”

Sometimes this skeleton also wants to be productive on the bulletin board.

Beatboxing is great, but I also want to do something that warms people’s hearts and has a positive influence on others, like Dragon C, Anonymous337, and the great Jonnaenon.

“Can you write something on the Korean bulletin board?”

“What is it?”

“I’m going to serialize the process of working on this cabin and preparing for winter.”

“Me? I have a skeleton ID, right?”

“Well, there is, but there are some things you can’t upload with that ID.”

“why?”

“A little. Okay.”

the next day.

Viva! Apocalypse! A post was posted on the Korean bulletin board.

COOKIEMONSTER123 : Goddam! Surviving the Korean Winter (1)

A short series of articles written by Rebecca to help you prepare for winter.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been on the internet all day, but the sentences are awkward, but the cut distribution and sense are pretty good.

As an internet addict, he even used a personal technique of covering all other specific backgrounds other than the cabin with white to prevent the threat of backtracking.

The reaction was not very enthusiastic.

There are about 2 to 3 comments.

ㅇㅇ: Why are you already getting ready for winter and falling asleep?

Anonymous921: A cabin? Isn’t it dangerous? What if I get noticed?

unicorn18 : Hmm

The content of the comments is also not refreshing.

But this isn’t a post I wrote with the intention of getting comments.

This is Park Gyu’s small wish that at least one person will read our article, prepare for winter, and come back to this bulletin board next year.

We continued to work on the Internet and in the real world in parallel.

And we finally finished building the cabin at a point where the daytime temperatures no longer felt hot.

“Swoo. Look at this.”

As an American, Rebecca loved the show.

For Suu, who was always on guard for us and couldn’t see the work process, she covered the hut with the industrial plastic I used when I worked at the factory, and when Suu showed up, she revealed the secret house with a “tsk~”.

“Is this our new home?”

Suu asked with sparkling eyes.

Rebecca smiled and rubbed her face against her daughter’s.

Suu looked around with a slightly uneasy look.

“Skeletons live with us all winter? Where do they live?”

I pointed to the triangular gold-style house next to Rebecca’s mother and daughter house.

“kennel?”

*

COOKIEMONSTER123 : Goddam! Surviving the Korean Winter (FINAL)

Despite my good intentions, Rebecca’s post didn’t get much of a response.

At first there were 3 comments, but after that there were one, then two, and the latest 2 episodes didn’t even have any comments.

The moment I saw that, I felt skeptical.

Maybe our attempts are just empty echoes with no meaning.

But sometimes, good intentions are rewarded.

On the day the last serial was posted, a whopping twenty comments poured in.

ㅇㅇ: You’re a strong friend.

Anonymous931: ss

berkut_break : It’s been a while since I’ve seen a proper bulletin board post

SKELTON: (Skeleton is impressed) Who built it to make it so pretty?

Dies_irae69: Contrary to its appearance, the design is not easily noticeable even by drones. It feels old.

gijayangban: Scholar?

…

…

Some people are ticking, but most people respond that it was hard work and a good job.

Although no one was saying anything, it seemed like everyone was watching.

I’m looking forward to completing our collaborative work to get me, Rebecca, and Suu through the winter.

None of them wrote anything about preparing for winter.

Still, it is certain that the word winter was planted in their hearts.

Isn’t that enough to reward our efforts this time?

“But Skeleton. Why didn’t you post it under your nickname?”

Suuga asked a question through the communicator.

“That’s right······.”

I took a moment to collect my thoughts and spoke honestly.

“There is someone I cannot let slip that I am a skeleton.”

“why?”

“Why? Well, there are circumstances.”

“Are you embarrassed by the skeleton?”

“······.”

I’ve been thinking this lately, but it seems like Suu might be a more surprising threat than Rebecca.