Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 135
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Episode 135
69. Message from Space (4)
There is another survivor.
It was only after Melon killed the first zombie and secured the water module that she learned of this fact.
“There’s someone in the work module?”
Melon’s face was noticeably distorted.
“That can’t be true. They’re all dead. Everyone but me is dead!”
Asked whether there might be stowaways, Melon strongly denied.
“It’s impossible. No matter how talented a stowaway is, he can’t avoid the eyes of six people in this confined space for half a year.”
ohio: How about closing all the shutters first?
According to one user’s comment, the Melon Mask closed the shutters of the housing module and the water supply module.
We stared intently at the circular window of the task module in question as the shutter slowly lowered, releasing a spherical spray of blood-red liquid from the zombies. No one appeared in the window again after that.
But it is true that a person appeared in that window.
However, the condition of the melon mask was not good.
The gap between the thrill of killing a zombie and the fear of seeing an unidentified survivor was a stimulus that was difficult to endure for a body that had become weak over time.
Melon Mask stayed glued to the wall for a while, eating the newly acquired space food to replenish his stamina.
Even though he looked like a corpse to anyone, his servile nature did not disappear, and while eating space food, he kept talking about how and by what method space food was made and what it tasted like.
While he was recovering his health, our Vivarians speculated in the chat room about the identity of the mysterious survivor.
The general opinion is still that it is a stowaway.
If all the crew members are dead, as Melon Mask said, there is no way anyone could show up alive.
Who, with what talent, could possibly travel hundreds of thousands of kilometers into space at minus 270 degrees Celsius and invade Plus Ultra?
Vension: Maybe one of the crew members secretly brought someone like family. It makes sense if the crew members conspired to bring one more person without Melon knowing.
In that opinion, Melon Mask said that not only was all food, drinking water, and daily necessities strictly controlled for the six months before the accident, but facial recognition technology was also applied to the CCTV footage we see.
He countered that he had introduced an alarm system that would immediately notify Melon if there was someone he did not know.
“We got the facial recognition technology directly from China. You know what? They may not know anything else, but they’re the best at it in the world.”
Jekyll Isn’t that a zombie? It’s just a coincidence that the zombie appeared in a human-like form. The lighting is also dim, so there’s room for confusion.
Melon Mask responded to the opinion that the person appearing in the window was a zombie by saying that they would wait and see for a while.
First of all, the priority was to recover stamina and replenish nutrients.
And so, for a while, the cosmic-scale mukbang broadcast continued.
The taste of the melon was much better than I expected.
Melon Mask, who had been diligently moving his jaw and eating space food for a long time, sat up and patted his stomach.
“Then, shall we identify the culprit?”
Melon Mask manipulated the computer terminal and confirmed the face of the person in question recorded on the camera.
“What is this?”
Melon Mask was startled and stepped back from the screen.
“Donald?!”
Melon, who had been hesitating, looked closer to the screen as if she was banging her face against it to check for survivors again.
“That’s right. It’s Donald. The Donald who left for space because he couldn’t work with me.
We can’t answer why that Donald is there.
We are not there, we do not know the environment there, and we have no way of knowing how the outside world is connected.
The deduction is entirely Melon’s responsibility.
After hesitating for a while, Melon finally nodded and muttered as if she had found a vague clue.
“He cut the lifeline and ran straight to the task module. From my perspective, it looked like he flew into space, but the Plus Ultra’s structure is donut-shaped. Donald went to the other module in front of it instead of the sun, opened the hatch there, and entered the task module.”
The identity of the culprit was revealed surprisingly blandly. The problem comes next.
“Donald. Why would that guy do something like that…ah.”
Melon Mask shivered.
“I plan to return to Earth alone on a rocket!”
In response, bulletin board users asked questions.
Aren’t rockets for returning to Earth operated according to strict procedures?
Melon Mask nodded.
“Yes, I did. But I gave him the master key before he went into space. Why? So that he could fix the communication equipment. He actually fixed it, and that’s how I can talk to you guys.”
Melon still appears to be unconvinced that Donald killed his fellow colleagues.
We need to give him a reality check.
That guy Donald, it’s not that he couldn’t kill Melon, it’s that he didn’t seem to kill her.
I said a word to the Defender through the communicator.
“Looking at the zombie corpses, these aren’t mutations. They look like someone stabbed them in the back with a knife. I’ll have to check the other zombies, but from what I can see, they all look like the work of a human, except for one. So that guy Donald killed them all.”
The defender who had been listening to me spoke bluntly.
“Why are you telling me that?”
“?”
“Chat with me! That’s a really good idea! Skeleton, aren’t you the type that wants to be recognized by people?”
“Oh, no! That’s a situation where you can’t type in chat.”
“Really? Then I’ll hit?”
My opinion was conveyed to Melon through Defender’s account.
Denfender: Melon! That zombie you killed earlier, it seems like it wasn’t a mutation, but a person. So Donald. It’s very likely that person killed it.
“What? The zombie’s state seems like the work of a human, not a mutation?!”
Melon Mask was surprised, but not as surprised as when he first learned of Donald McGaley’s survival.
Instead, he soon muttered with an expression that said he had realized everything.
“Fuck. It was Donald’s doing from the beginning. The loss of communication, Bumpy’s rampage… the engineers’ deaths…!
Melon curled up like a child, clutching her head.
“Fuck! Donald! That bastard set this whole thing up!”
Melon bit her thumbnail with a pale face.
“He’s going to kill me soon!”
People asked why.
“Of course, he can’t leave on a rocket.”
Melon Mask is a very dense person.
The return rocket, which can be said to be the most important in Plus Ultra, has several security measures in place.
Master key is one of them.
Even though he gave the master key to Donald, the master key alone cannot power the rocket.
“Probably, when Donald puts the master key in and launches the rocket, the screen he’ll see will say, ‘Starting orbit calculations.’ That makes sense. Even though this is space, getting a rocket to a desired location on Earth requires a proper orbit and timing.
“I’m sure when he first inserted the master key and tried to start the rocket, the countdown he saw was 7 days and 12 hours. That’s how I set it.”
Melon Mask shook his head with a bitter smile.
“But even after that time passes, the rocket won’t launch. Why? Because the rocket can only move when the survival of the human race is confirmed.”
Melon Mask muttered.
“I took into account the possibility that someone might betray and kill me. This is a security measure for that. So that even if they kill me, I can never return to Earth. I will drift around this universe forever and turn into cosmic dust.”
The problem is that the countdown is running out.
“……There’s probably about 3 hours left.”
After three hours, Donald McGalley will notice the trap Mellon has set.
“He’s coming to kill me. He might even torture me.”
Melon bit her nails with a blush on her face.
“There was even a rumor that back in his days in the special forces, he went canoeing against the Taliban. You know, the kind where you would shoot people in the head and put a hole in their skulls…….”
At that time, everyone’s eyes turned to the lower left corner of the screen.
Shadows once again loomed over the six CCTV screens, one of which illuminated the entrance to the work module.
Soon the shadow took on a concrete shape.
Donald McGally.
The man, who had probably killed all but one of the engineers, pressed his face almost against the window, his merciless blue eyes rolling back and forth as if searching for something.
Anyone who looked at that face could see the discontent, confusion, and annoyance.
As Melon said, he finally sensed something strange.
I wonder if Melon played a prank on the rocket that was supposed to bring him to Earth.
It was a miracle to us and to Melon that Donald didn’t do Viva! Apocalypse!
But Melon doesn’t have much time left.
“How do I deal with that guy? Is there any way to fuck him up like a zombie?”
Melon asked for help with a level of enthusiasm that was incomparable to when she was a zombie.
Objectively, the situation is bleak.
The way you kill a zombie is because it’s a zombie.
Donald McGalley, on the other hand, is alive, stronger than Melon, and has a military background.
Not having a gun doesn’t matter to Donald.
He can simply subdue Melon and torture her until he gets the results he wants, or he can just kill her for fun.
There may be an outcome where Donald realizes his mistake at the end and goes back to the temple of Melon, but isn’t that a probability that will never happen in the infinite space of space where even the slimmest probability becomes significant?
3 hours left
In the final moments that remained, our Vivarians put their heads together again to devise a plan to save Melon.
But I don’t see any good opinions.
All it takes is a risk that is too much for the fragile melon mask to handle.
The only possible way is to detach the work module and drop it from Plus Ultra, but if you do that, Melon Mask will remain lost in space forever.
Well, maybe Melon Mask’s company will come back later with a rocket to rescue him, but that’s less likely than Melon being able to subdue Donald in combat. Time passed quickly in the midst of nervousness.
An hour passed, then two hours passed.
Users’ opinions still fill the chat window,
ohio: Make a flamethrower out of an oxygen tank and set Donald on fire just in time for him to come in.
Daniel Flix’s net tactic, wouldn’t it work on Donald? If he just throws it well, it should work?
dongtanmom: Yum
HashireV4: How do you use the vacuum of space? Tie this side tightly with a rope, wait for Donald to come, then open the outer hatch and let him out at once.
X’Ds_Grrrrr: How about luring him to the room in the mutation and killing him? Well, if I’m unlucky, I’ll die, but it’s half and half, right?
mmmmmmmmm: If you use the slope……!
These are equally unnutritious opinions.
Melon Mask just looked at the chat coming up with a soulless expression, as if he had lost the will to even refute it.
Is there any way?
How can a helpless Melon subdue that murderer named Donald?
I looked at the screens illuminating each module with a stern face.
I’m already familiar with the battlefield environment, but I still might discover something new.
But then something catches my eye.
It was a huge, brown ball of fur attached to a spine-like structure.
Bambi.
A mutation that was once pointed out as the root of all evil.
As I was looking at that giant monster, motionless as a sloth, a thought suddenly crossed my mind.
What if Bumpy isn’t a bad guy?
What if Bumpy is actually a good guy and Melon’s friend?
What if it was like the relationship between me and Gold, an unknown cat mom and cats named after luxury brands?
Maybe salvation lies there.
But there is a problem that needs to be solved before that.
Knock knock
Knock knock
SKELTON : YES
Knock knock
SKELTON : YES
A video chat window appeared.
In that video window, a woman in a suit was staring at me, backlit against a dark office backdrop. There was no mistaking it.
This woman blocked me Viva! Apocalypse! Albada.
She immediately leaned in and started chatting.
VIVA_BOTO14: Tell me why, Skeleton, why I should unblock you after you aggroed me 3 times.
SKELTON: I found a way to save Melon.
The woman on the screen crossed her legs to the opposite side.
VIVA_BOT014: Qualification is more important than method. What kind of person are you?
Viva 014 leaned in and revealed his face, which was hidden by the backlight.
He had the appearance of a mixed Asian and Westerner, and only looked like he was in his early 20s. His face was passable.
But the dominant emotion on that pretty face was contempt.
You are looking down on me.
I took off the 69,000 won black cap that I had worn upside down during the beatboxing demonstration and stared at the cell phone that was synchronized with the obelisk.
Knock knock
SKELTON: How do I prove it?
Then Viva Bot 014 glared at me and spoke in slightly awkward Korean.
“Are you a hunter?”
End
ⓒ Road Warrior #dp8g
(qort**) -Recommendation 7-
No!! What kind of aggro is that… Even if you let me see it…
(Antimatter**) -Recommendation 2-
Not recognizing the legendary professor… It’s humiliating, Skeleton!
(One Two**) -Recommendation 1-
Writer Lotus knows when to use his pen!
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