Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 118



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63. Two Children (1)

It is said that the saying that young people today are not like the old days can be found even in ancient Greek graffiti.

Anonymous1523: Oh. Our dad, Yang, is a good match. So what? Huh? What can you guys do?

Anonymous 1523: Having good parents is an ability, but what is an ability? Even if you study really hard, all you can do is become a doctor… Even if you become a doctor, are you still better off with your father’s 100 billion won in assets before the war?

Anonymous1523: If you’re jealous, you should have good parents too. Honestly, aren’t you jealous? Aren’t you jealous?

In that sense, our Yang Sang-gil’s son is Greek.

The name of Yang Sang-gil’s son, revealed by the reporter, is Beom-hyo. He is said to be just twenty years old.

Anonymous 1523: Mr. Reporter, who are you? I see you know my background, so I think you’re a member of the National Assembly. Should I search your office? Have you ever been slapped in front of someone? If not, I’ll make you experience it. Haha.

It wasn’t hard to tell that this guy was really Yang Sang-gil’s son.

Even by pre-war standards, he had an endless parade of certifications, including accommodations that were clearly luxurious, food, a feast of luxury goods, and photos that were intentionally taken to show women’s arms.

A particularly memorable authentication photo was of a pitch-black landscape of a miserable city taken in a luxurious, light-filled living room.

The response from our bulletin board users to Anonymous1523 was complete ignorance.

In fact, all we can do is ignore it, because even the dullest of our bulletin board users clearly knows Anonymous1523’s intentions.

All he wants to do is make us feel bad.

They want to laugh and enjoy seeing us get angry and upset.

There were a few people like that before the war.

It seems like Dongtan Mom was like that before Baek Seung-hyun replaced her.

But there is one question I have.

What on earth are they doing?

Is it even possible to handle the aftermath?

What on earth is Yang Sang-gil doing?

I know he is a cowardly and dishonest person, but is he really that low of a person that he can’t even properly take care of one child?

Actually, I’ve never seen Yang Sang-gil talk about his children.

By the way, it seems like the level of our bulletin board has hit rock bottom.

mmmmmmmmm : Wow······.

mmmmmmmmm : It must be delicious…..

mmmmmmmmm : Whoa?! That’s the legendary 8-cylinder?! Unbelievable! Can I ride it~?

“······under.”

m9 this kid.

I’m trying to please anonymous1523.

They are shamelessly doing the despicable thing that is vulgarly called a “scam” in front of everyone.

He nodded with his arms crossed.

m9 Is this kid having a hard time these days?

Well, has this guy ever been difficult?

If you live in a slanted place, your mind will naturally become slanted as well.

Yesterday, I happened to hunt a wild boar.

It seems that a subadult female had wandered away from the herd and came across me, and I ended up hunting her unintentionally.

Food is not scarce, but fresh protein is always welcome, and with the long winter coming soon, I’m thinking of putting everything else aside and slaughtering this guy for good measure.

He had slaughtered some prey himself before when the gold guy brought it to him, so he was more confident than before.

Based on our experience at the time, we concluded that it was best to do this type of slaughtering outdoors.

Because it is too much work to do in a bunker, with the smell, hair, dirt, and maintaining cleanliness, and the cleanup is not easy.

When I was building Rebecca’s in the past, I started dismantling it by placing a wild boar on a flat surface brought from the lower village.

It was a gruesome story, but it felt good to see the skin peel off easily because it was a recently dead animal, not frozen.

Should I say it’s cool?

In fact, once the skin is removed, there is no visual difference between it and the hanging meat we see at the butcher shop.

thud!

If only we could just take his head off.

“Oh. Okay. When are you coming?”

Rebecca’s moving preparations are almost complete.

I cleaned up the surroundings and organized the wiring neatly.

The boiler tester is also perfect.

All you have to do is move.

“Next time. Not yet. Think about it a little more.”

But when it came time to move, Rebecca, it seemed like she was worried for nothing, kept putting off the move.

I think I know why.

It must be because of Suu.

Even though we have a long relationship, sharing the same living space with a man who is clearly a stranger is something that a mother has to be very careful about.

I thought it would be better for me to come later anyway.

I’ve been thinking about this lately, but if you can hold out there, wouldn’t it be better to just not come?

Or maybe it’s just winter.

“Okay? Okay. If you change your mind, let me know. And I killed a pig. Do you need meat? Oh, okay.”

I was cutting off communication and holding the boar’s head, wondering where to throw it.

Bam-

He dropped his head to the floor and immediately raised his gun, pointing the muzzle into the bushes.

“Come out.”

Crash

“hurry!”

At my shrill scream, a mysterious intruder slowly appeared beyond the tall grass.

“······you?”

Not a person.

A dog, a puppy that hasn’t grown up yet.

The problem is that the guy is bigger than me.

“······.”

It’s a mutation.

The bastard was panting and sticking his tongue out as if his body was hot.

The condition did not look good.

It was unkempt, appeared to be limping on one leg, and most of all, looked exhausted.

I was just staring at the mutation and absentmindedly asked the guy.

“Gold?”

The dog wags its tail.

I can’t tell if that’s meant as a nod or if I’m just wagging my tail because I like it, but all the baby mutations I’ve seen lately are Gold’s children.

“······Are you a gold kid?”

Gold had several children.

There was also one with a color similar to that of the guy.

But this guy had a white and white mixed fur color that resembled a Siberian Husky.

It’s the mother dog’s color.

By the way, why is this guy here?

The guy sniffs around and sees a working boar, drooling from his mouth.

It looks like he hasn’t eaten anything for a long time.

I saw the teeth inside the guy’s mouth.

As expected of a wolf, its small but excellent teeth are densely placed.

He held out the intestines, which were in a large plastic washbasin called a red dara, to the guy.

The creature wagged its tail wildly and devoured the intestines greedily.

“······.”

While the bastard was eating my intestines, I looked around with my gun drawn.

No other mutation dogs are visible.

I’m alone.

The guy crawled through the square on his own and showed up in my territory.

“Where is your father?”

The guy was stupid, unlike Gold.

Even if you talk to him, he just looks at you and then puts his head down and eats your intestines.

Unlike his father, he seems to have difficulty understanding human speech.

No, there probably wasn’t even a chance to listen to people.

While Gold was raised by humans from birth, this guy would have grown up interacting with dogs from a pack of other mutant dogs.

The intelligence itself would be quite high.

I remember my territory and I came here after being taught by my father that I am a friendly human being.

The guy who had eaten my intestines seemed to have regained some of his energy and stood upright on all fours, staring at me intently.

“what?”

Asking doesn’t answer.

Just stare.

If you look closely, it looks a bit stupid, unlike gold.

But then, belatedly, the guy suddenly turns around and starts walking ahead while barking quietly.

“What? Are you telling me to follow you?”

The guy turned around.

“what?”

The guy stared at me.

As I was having an unintentional staring contest with a giant puppy, the puppy suddenly opened its eyes half-asleep and dozed off.

I sighed and turned around.

“tight.”

As I headed back to the workbench, the guy lay down on his side and closed his eyes.

It looks like he was quite tired.

By the way, the fact that this guy came here,

“Phew.”

Something bad must have happened to Gold.

The last I saw of him was him being chased by a Chinese hunter after losing his wife.

Perhaps he suffered similar misfortunes wherever he was banished.

Or maybe he had already suffered fatal injuries from an attack by a Chinese hunter.

Anyway, we’ll have to find out when this guy comes to his senses.

I’m talking about the gold guy’s condition.

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SKELTON: (Skeleton Dinner) It’s dinner tonight haha

-Last night, a wild boar suddenly attacked me, and I unknowingly used a roundhouse kick, but the boar collapsed…

I tried making a little dish with it…..

When there is good material, it is the virtue of our bulletin board users to share it with everyone.

I tried making meat with the front legs.

The response was enthusiastic.

ㅇㅇ: What is it? A wild boar? Did you catch it yourself?

Anonymous458: Wild boar is delicious. In our neighborhood, we only have deer.

Foxgames: Did you slaughter it yourself?

Defender: Huh?

Anonymous1001: Well cooked. The soybean paste?

There were quite a few comments.

The photos of a well-prepared meal with sincerity often get generous comments.

But it’s not luxurious.

Not long after I posted about the wild boar stew, Yang Sang-gil’s son posted something.

Anonymous1523: Tonight’s dinner~ Steak (feat. Vintage Wine)

“······.”

Click

I moved the mouse and clicked on the guy’s writing.

It’s a real steak.

A well-cooked T-bone steak dripping with fat, accompanied by appetizingly colored garnishes and an elegant wine glass, was visually and audibly teasing my taste buds.

If you had just uploaded that, I would have thought, “What’s going on?”

Anonymous1523: I smelled the wild boar that my dad gave me, but it was so disgusting I couldn’t eat it.

Anonymous1523: Actually, pork is lower grade than beef.

Anonymous1523: I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve eaten pork in my life. Honestly, it’s disgusting. Pork is disgusting, but how much more disgusting would wild boar be? I’d rather eat ramen.

This guy trips me up.

Perhaps he saw my writing and felt a bad vibe again.

As expected, this bulletin board villain got not one, but one comment.

mmmmmmmmm : Wow… (drooling)

These days, m9 doesn’t seem to be a person, so there are virtually zero comments.

I didn’t receive a single one.

With that thought, I closed the unpleasant window.

But when I close the window, I feel annoyed.

What on earth is so great about that guy that he does such a stupid thing?

The situation in which Yang Sang-gil, who had sent other people’s families to extremes without any reason, could not touch his own son, who was a total loser, seemed a bit comical but also bitter.

Anyway, the sun is slowly setting.

Daytime temperatures rise to 28 degrees, but nighttime temperatures can drop to as low as 8 degrees.

I braved the heat and put on a thick coat before leaving the bunker.

A giant silver puppy stood quietly by the entrance, waiting for me.

“Silver.”

I gave the guy a name.

His father is gold and he is silver, so Silver would be the most suitable name.

The little guy seemed to like the name, barking softly.

“Boom!”

“Let’s go. Where should we go?”

“Kkiiing······.”

“?”

Silver, who was walking a little ahead, suddenly tucks his tail and looks at me.

“What? Did you forget? Can’t you smell something? It’s a dog.”

There is a saying, “A person who has a lot of money has a lot of money.”

What on earth should I call this guy?

Anyway, since this guy is more clumsy than I expected, I decided to find gold the classic way.

It’s backtracking.

A while ago, I went to the scene where a Chinese hunter had slaughtered mutant dogs.

Although time passed, there was no heavy rain, so the site was well preserved.

You can see the rotting corpses of dogs.

Some revealed only skeletons.

Silver trembled and squirmed uneasily.

“fizzle.”

After quieting the guy down, I looked around.

“······.”

This is first-class skill.

He killed all four of them alone, without any support from his colleagues.

The weapon used was the Chukonu, the latest hunter weapon that I am unaware of.

The power is considerable.

One of them was completely torn apart, with its back completely broken near the spine.

It is only natural that Chinese hunter weapons are superior.

Unlike Western countries, they rejected Awakening to the end and invested their national fortunes in pure human technological prowess.

Why China rejected Awaken so strongly remains an unsolved mystery.

Did they discover a problem we didn’t know about?

I’ve read reports that high-level Awakens’ personalities are more unstable than before they were awakened, but I haven’t really encountered such people, so I can’t really feel it.

Our Chief Woo was a strange person even before his awakening, and now he has become a nobleman, so this does not apply to him.

By the way, that Chinese hunter guy.

Killed one more.

A baby bird was left rotting, impaled upside down on a tall pole.

Judging by the stiff shape of the body, it doesn’t look like it was stuck while dead.

Perhaps he died looking for his parents while he was still alive?

“······.”

Perhaps what the Chinese were after was gold.

He is a skilled and ruthless hunter.

Just like a defender.

Leaving the body behind, I found traces of the gold crowd leaving.

It wasn’t that hard for the big guys to find their tracks in the dark.

Moreover, from the middle, Silver started to act like he was going ahead of me and trying to guide me along the way.

“What? Do you remember now?”

If I leave it alone, it seems like it’s really trying to guide me.

When I see him looking back at me blankly after being ahead for a while.

I had some hope because the appearance resembled the old Suu.

Gold may not be dead yet.

The location won’t be that far away.

Because it’s still far enough for Silver, who is still a baby, to come find me.

One thing that worries me is that the area I am entering is unfamiliar to me.

During the three years or so I lived in a bunker, my destination was always north, and I could count on one hand the number of times I went south.

Besides, I’ve never been to a place like this where I’m heading south.

That’s a land I never had in mind from the beginning.

I heard news just before the war that a monster had appeared in a small industrial complex to the south, and there was an armored unit garrison nearby, and to make matters worse, it was an open field with nothing there.

There are irrigation canals for agricultural use, but since the local government pumps water to supply it, there is no way there would be water after the war.

In reality, what spread out before me was a barren, dry grassland beyond my realm.

Several destroyed tanks showed gloomy silhouettes in the moonlight.

Silver walked across the silent land with a baby-like, lively gait.

The fact that Silver was headed not to a forest, a mountain, or a cave, but to an abandoned house made me realize the fate of a dog I know very well.

I could smell death even before I got close.

Wing- Wing-

The flies were so annoying that they disturbed my hearing and sight.

I climbed over the wall of an abandoned house, waving my hands to shoo away a swarm of flies.

Beyond the half-collapsed wall, a huge dog lay wounded and dying.

“······Gold.”

I shined a light on it to check the wound.

Is it necessarily a good thing to have high intelligence?

It’s a question that comes up sometimes.

Gold’s wounds were not caused by human weapons.

The same dogs were biting the gold.