Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 117



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62. Alumni Association (2)

Food waste.

It’s a word I haven’t heard in a long time.

Before the war, I also often made food waste.

Could the food waste disposer attached to the sink be a relic of a bygone era of abundance?

This is an era where people try to save even the most tasteless food so they can eat it.

I think I know what Cheon Yeong-jae is trying to say.

“I bought it to eat, but it lost its flavor, so I threw it away. But food waste is hard to dispose of, right? You need a special bag. It would be convenient if there was a machine in an apartment complex. If Senior Park lived in a place like this, wouldn’t it be hard to properly dispose of food waste?”

“I used a processor.”

“It’s a processor. Isn’t that illegal?”

“What.”

“Anyway, I had a bad feeling. I had a feeling I was going to get taken care of. There aren’t many good positions in this world, right? There are always those who are like ghosts who take them. What can I do? If I were a junior or a colleague of Senior Park, it wouldn’t matter, but between me and Senior Park, there are dozens of people who have been hired. You can guess.”

“You seem to know what happened to the low-level kids.”

In response to my question, Cheon Yeong-jae trailed off with a bitter cynicism.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t there. But there was a girl I knew who died. Not in the battlefield, but in Korea.”

“That’s not good, but isn’t it possible that it was just a coincidence?”

“I liked a lot of people. I’ve marked all the juniors I was even a little bit attracted to. They’re all dead. They’re missing.”

“How many people?”

“32 people. No, 33 people.”

“······”

“I was right.”

It’s clear that this guy has foresight.

My own opinion is also clear.

But why didn’t someone with such keen insight become a doomsday activist?

The biggest reason is money, but I thought that this guy could probably afford to build a bunker, even if it was a little more frugal.

“So what did you do next? You built a bunker.”

“Well, I misjudged that. I thought there would still be a demand for Old School Hunters. Since there are so few of them causing a stir, I guess they could probably survive in a supporting role. I expected that. But there were more of them than I expected······.”

Cheon Yeong-jae suddenly got up from his seat and stretched out his large body on my bunker.

“That’s a fucking failure.”

Cheon Yeong-jae, who had been stretching out like a large tree, turned his head towards me.

“I did think about building a bunker, but I thought that was too defeatist. What are you talking about? Short-termers? There are people who hold memorial services to save the country.”

“······Get out of my house.”

As I was looking around for a broom, Cheon Yeong-jae suddenly opened his mouth with a serious expression on his face.

“Baekga died this time, right?”

“He’s not dead.”

“He’s dead. Where can he survive there?”

“Some people live in slanted apartments.”

“Oh, that human living in The Hope?”

Cheon Yeong-jae raised his upper body and snickered.

“Oh, no?”

“The Hope – Cliffhanger.”

“That name seems like it has something to it······.”

“Everyone knows that guy. Even the Legion faction doesn’t touch him. Those guys even bet on him. When will that apartment collapse?”

Cheon Yeong-jae looked at his watch and then got up from his seat.

“Anyway, Baekga, whether he lived or died, I felt something through this incident.”

“What did you feel?”

“That man was ugly in his later years, but they say he was a decent person during his active years. He fought hard. But it broke my heart to see someone like that end up like that.”

Cheon Yeong-jae took out a piece of paper from his bosom.

It was a group photo of a group of people with Woo Min-hee’s research lab in the background.

There were some faces there that I knew.

People who had been with me when I hunted mutations before, people I had passed by on Hunter Street, people who had passed by like a dream on the battlefield called China beyond my hazy memory.

“What is this?”

I felt like I knew without even having to ask.

People sitting in a kneeling position in the first row were holding crude banners.

“Alumni association?”

The letters looked really awkward, almost like they were composited, and I think it was because the print quality itself was poor.

“huh.”

Cheon Yeong-jae looked at the photo and smiled sadly.

“If there were a hundred schools, it would be symmetrical.”

“You, don’t you actually like Baekga?”

“I liked that woman. She was a wall to me. No, what was it about that old bastard that I liked?”

“He really is a bad guy.”

“Just kidding. Anyway, we’re talking about ourselves. Don’t you think we’re being treated too poorly considering the sacrifices we’ve made?”

I looked at Cheon Yeong-jae’s gaze and thought for a moment about how to respond.

I guess I can be honest here.

“Well, what can we do? The country says we are useless.”

“If the country won’t take care of us, we should take care of ourselves. Whether it’s the Legion faction, the National Assembly faction, or the Onion faction, aren’t we all from the same school? We all came to school with the pure intention of fighting monsters.”

He came over to me and handed me another piece of paper.

“What is this?”

In response to my question, Cheon Yeong-jae winked and forced the paper at me.

“Senior Park is the most talented among us. He’s kind of a legend. I didn’t know he’d become someone who would hold a memorial service and say that the country would be ruined.”

“······.”

“So, I was hoping you could give me some strength. After all, since we’re alumni, wouldn’t it be nice to have at least one famous person to give us some strength?”

“······hmm.”

“There’s nothing special about it. We just keep in touch regularly. When circumstances allow, we have group photos and dinners. I’ve recruited one person in Busan. He said he’ll come to the alumni night event.”

“From such a far away place?”

“So please join us. Aren’t we all people who had the same dream?”

I don’t really feel like it.

It’s like being stuck in the past.

Why look back when destruction awaits you right over there?

But Cheon Yeong-jae’s passionate eyes and his words about having the same dream seemed to have touched my heart a little.

I received the application form and signed it.

As expected of a hunter, his call sign was written next to his name in the signature box.

Park Gyu – Professor

“By the way, who is the alumni association president?”

“me.”

Cheon Yeong-jae smiled broadly and folded the application form, putting it in his bosom.

“How many alumni are there?”

“There are two now.”

“what?”

“It’s a story about me and Senior Park.”

“What was that picture from earlier?”

“Oh, that one. It’s Photoshopped. It was originally a photo from a Hunter Street soccer club meeting.”

“······Was it Photoshop?”

I ate one but I don’t feel too bad.

I have a feeling I know what this guy is trying to do with his alumni association.

I’m not the only one who thought that.

I wonder if it is right that people who have the same dream as me and spent the same time as me are being thrown away in such a meaningless and miserable way.

My colleague said something similar.

Although it may be a bit rough, it is the great junior who put into action the imagination he had only talked about.

“Wouldn’t our alumni association grow bigger since it has the professor’s name on it?”

“Can’t we just submit an application to Hunter Street?”

“Of course, people there will all join, and I plan to contact those who have crossed over to the local or legion factions.”

“Legion?”

Cheon Yeong-jae nodded.

“How do you contact me? Do you have a device or something?”

“We have our own dedicated frequency.”

“what?”

“Oh, that’s something only my classmates use. It’s like a group chat room.”

“It seems like the 18th generation is on good terms?”

“Are you a cursed rider? Shouldn’t cursed people stick together? Who will protect us with your harsh words?”

“Isn’t there a guy named Jeong-ho among your classmates?”

It’s the name of the defender.

I don’t know the last name though.

“Jeong-ho? Hong Jeong-ho? Or Yoo Jeong-ho?”

“I don’t know. He’s handsome.”

“They are both handsome.”

“A psychopath who enjoys killing. He also has a younger sister.”

“I don’t know. We’re not close. Besides, one of them is dead.”

Cheon Yeong-jae checked his watch again.

“Are you busy?”

“Oh. I have to go somewhere else too.”

“okay?”

“There’s a friend who lives around here.”

“Is it Jeongho?”

“How did you know?”

“······There are various circumstances.”

“Hong Jeong-ho.”

Cheon Yeong-jae smiled faintly.

I said to him, thinking that he was quick-witted.

“Don’t mention my story to him.”

Cheon Yeong-jae packed his bags.

I watched him silently as he prepared to leave.

At first I didn’t like the idea of ​​this guy coming into my bunker, but as we talked, it started to feel new and exciting.

I wonder if this is what it will feel like when Rebecca and her daughter come into my territory later.

By the way, it seems clear that I am a fussy person.

When Cheon Yeong-jae was packing his gun, I unconsciously remembered the location of the pistol.

“······Do you know that Yang Sang-gil is here?”

Cheon Yeong-jae opened his mouth, slung the gun over his shoulder.

“uh.”

“Do you know what his nickname is?”

“Wasn’t it lettuce?”

“That was before the country was ruined.”

Crash

Cheon Yeong-jae put the magazine in, checked the position of the joystick, and turned his head to me.

“slaughterer.”

The moment I heard that, the first thing that came to mind was a man with a hunched build wearing a suit and thick glasses.

“······That man who can’t even catch a pig?”

“There’s a rumor that he came up with a plan to reduce the population of the Seoul metropolitan area. This time, the fleet that Baekga is on is the same.”

“Where did you hear that story?”

“I have a junior who was in Jeju Island.”

“Awake?”

“huh.”

Cheon Yeong-jae pointed to his head with his finger.

“He’s a friend similar to me. Anyway, the fact that that butcher Yang Sang-gil came to Incheon… Well, isn’t that obvious?”

“Are you here to take the last breath of the people who are left?”

“Maybe he included himself. He said he brought his family with him.”

Cheon Yeong-jae stopped for a moment in front of the exit.

“Maybe I’ll owe it to you guys around here.”

“······.”

“I’m not saying we should share a bunker, I’m just saying we should settle down around here. Wouldn’t it be better for Senior Park to have his classmates guard the area rather than a strict guy?”

“Are you saying we should build a village?”

“The village? That sounds nice.”

Cheon Yeong-jae smiled brightly, his eyes sparkling with energy, as if he had just had a funny thought, and he left my territory with light and free steps like when he came.

He said a word to Cheon Yeong-jae, who was about to leave.

“Do you know who the real power is now?”

“Real power?”

“jeju island.”

Cheon Yeong-jae looked at me for a moment, rolled his eyes, then looked straight at me and opened his mouth.

“Senior Park, my classmate.”

“Kang Han-min?”

“That guy? He surprisingly has a reputation for being a bit loose.”

“That’s the kind of guy he was originally.”

“Anyway, I heard it from someone else, so it’s just a rumor. And since he might be a senior acquaintance, it wouldn’t look good for me to say anything bad about him. Well, think about it yourself. Choose the guy who seems the most likely. He’s my classmate, right?”

Cheon Yeong-jae waved his hand.

We saw him off, waving our hands together.

I watched him trudging west from the hilltop, lost in thought.

My motive is real.

Who is it?

Kang Han-min? Na Hye-in?

Is it Na Hye-in?

Na Hye-in has a bossy disposition more than Kang Han-min.

But they are not the only friends I have in Jeju Island.

There’s also my best friend, Gong Gyeong-min.

He is someone I don’t have.

But he is still alive and breathing.

The reason he is no longer with me is because we are no longer connected by fate.

We are insulated.

It’s 100% my fault.

Gong Kyung-min was the person who most vehemently opposed me quitting the Hunter.

“A guy like you should stay here. Who else would represent the Hunters besides you? Lee Sang-hoon? Kim Da-ram? They’re not qualified.”

Gong Kyung-min gave me several positions to change my mind.

He’s a Hunter weapon quality inspector, and he’s a section chief whose name I can’t even remember.

He was once assigned to be an instructor, but that was the time when Park Gyu was at his weakest, so Instructor Park Gyu’s career ended after only two weeks.

Anyway, Gong Gyeong-min, who had tried to change my mind several times, finally gave me an ultimatum.

If I quit being a hunter, I will cut ties with him.

Looking back now, it was a very wrong action, but at the time, Park Gyu had the sharpness of the past.

The next day, I quit being a hunter.

Of course, I had no contact with him after that.

I didn’t even think about it.

I met him a few times when I was in and out of the National Assembly, but we ignored each other.

Very naturally, as if we were strangers who had never been there before.

But it’s an alumni association.

“Hey. Park Gyu. Shouldn’t we make something like an alumni association?”

Coincidentally, the first one to bring up the alumni association story was Gong Gyeong-min.

He is in Jeju Island now.

For reference, Gong Kyung-min donated 50,000 won to Kim Da-ram’s wedding, but did not attend the wedding in person.

I know the amount because I took his envelope and opened it.

*

It’s not like anything different happens just because an alumni association is formed.

The world is still the same.

Slowly, Sinaburo moves towards destruction.

I recently found out that erosion is surprisingly slow and that monsters don’t appear very often, and there was a post on the Viva! Apocalypse! American bulletin board analyzing the reason for this.

The frequency of eruptions in healthy countries such as the United States, Japan, and Australia has increased by a whopping five times compared to before the war.

It may be hard to believe, but the monsters seem to be focusing their efforts on relatively healthy countries instead of the fish they’ve already caught.

But is it really that important that other countries fall?

It may be an important issue for Rebecca, but my interests these days lie elsewhere.

Anonymous1523: Hahahaha is this the site where beggars from the land talk?

A new face has appeared on the bulletin board.

These are so-called “newbie” users who are neither existing users nor have any activity history.

But this kid.

It’s a bit strange.

Anonymous1523: Beggar neighborhood drive certification

The footage he released showed a thin-armed man wearing a flashy luxury watch driving a car with luxury car emblems prominently displayed against the backdrop of a crumbling cityscape that clearly appeared to be recent.

“You little beggars!”

The man in the video shouts at onlookers in a shallow voice and giggles with a woman whose face cannot be seen.

His true identity was confirmed by a bulletin board user I know very well who asked him directly.

gijayangban: Are you Yang Sang-gil’s son? Haha