Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 155
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Episode 155
Since Cain murdered Abel, there have been few acts that have provoked as many conflicting views and ideas as the act of murder.
It is also true that, especially with regard to groups that have no choice but to kill – soldiers, police, executioners, etc. – arguments and theories that would not be enough to cover a single book have arisen.
In our old school hunter’s case, we responded by putting murder in a secondary category.
Just as Diderot made the divine itself meaningless by placing the entries on God in his Encyclopedia under the category of natural science, so too do we deal with the subject of murder head-on.
God, it was defined only as one of the auxiliary methods of action accompanying the operation.
There is no rule in the school rules that approves of murder.
If I recall correctly, there is one thing that says that during a mission to eliminate monsters, anyone who interferes with the mission through hostile actions can be excluded.
The only thing that could be considered a justification for killing people is that Hunters have a duty to protect themselves against those who attack them while they are on a mission.
As is always the case with law, the margins carry as much meaning as the facts stated in the text.
As far as I understand, there are no provisions implying punishment or disadvantage for murder.
Of course, murder due to personal motives rather than unavoidable killings on duty is punishable under Chinese or Korean law, not our regulations.
One thing is certain, we had no qualms about killing people.
Strictly speaking, it did not require any deep judgment.
The judgment was made only once.
Whether that person blocking our path while we’re currently fighting the monster is an enemy or not.
Although there is a condition that hostile actions will be taken, in actual situations it was completely ignored, and even if there were signs of hostile actions, they were immediately neutralized.
Most of the neutralization work was done by the Chinese forces that were with us, but when it was urgent or their forces were lacking, we also helped them eliminate secondary targets. There is no room for doubt about this.
Anyone who interferes with our hunters’ fight against the monsters that are the enemies of humanity is no different from the monsters themselves.
Even though it has been a long time since I took off my clothes, in my eyes, still standing in that mood, the man and woman struggling in front of me are enemies.
He is a member of the plundering group who goes around bragging that he killed people with his own mouth, and in reality, he killed countless people in a horrible way.
In today’s world, that alone is enough to judge a person as an enemy.
One thing that is puzzling is the excessively transparent attitude of this friend who is 10 years younger than me.
Am I just not thinking? Or is my judgment clouded by the drugs?
He spoke only about himself and from his own perspective.
The level of intelligence was not even close to average, let alone empty words.
Aside from the poverty of his vocabulary, his level of language proficiency was no better than when he entered the war.
“I’m going to Incheon. I’ll go there and find my dad, and if I don’t have anything, I’ll work like a bastard. I’m sick of it now. Killing people, stealing people’s stuff, and scaring people.”
He grimaced and pointed to his girlfriend, perhaps feeling the pain of the scar on his nose that had been frostbitten. The woman was more concerned with me than with him, but her mental age didn’t seem to be much different from her boyfriend’s.
“Hahahaha! Look at Kyungjin’s face! He looks like he’s disabled.”
Just seeing him laugh so frivolously that it made the entire container shake, when he was almost dead just a moment ago.
“Can I stay for just one day? And do you have any oil left?”
The man looked at me and asked confidently.
This guy’s special trait is that he only uses formal language when necessary, but I found it absurd.
But I won’t kill you here.
They call it a dummy house, but the sight of blood splattering and dead bodies is just plain disgusting.
“Tell me more about your story. What gang were you in? How did you end up here? Where did you get that snowmobile?”
I delayed the answer and led the conversation to the topic I wanted to discuss.
“I was in Sejong City.”
“Sejong City?”
They got a nuke there.
I got hit twice in a row and to make matters worse, a biochemical bomb was dropped on me.
A nuclear bomb was dropped on Seoul as well, but it was more of an emotional incident compared to the concentrated attack that Sejong City received.
The Chinese attack on Sejong City was a literal strategic bombing attack aimed at obliterating the entire city.
All the exhibition facilities and administrative offices were concentrated there.
The reason the war started and the government had a long time to deal with the situation was because countless officials were killed in the attacks they received at the time.
Although the exact circumstances are unknown, it is said that a large number of tactical missiles, including bunker busters, were launched along with nuclear missiles to penetrate air-raid shelters.
As a result, Sejong City became a city of death with nothing left.
The heart of the Republic of Korea has literally been shattered.
“I know there’s nothing there.”
“No. When I first went there, there were quite a few people living there. The neighborhood is a mess, but the basement is well-maintained. The bunker is huge, and there’s electricity and hot water.”
“There’s a gang living there?”
The man nodded.
“The king is the leader there.”
“king?”
“He’s the gang leader. No one knows his real name.”
The woman next to me added coldly
“He’s a really disgusting pervert. He only picks out pretty girls with nice bodies and brings them to his house. He makes them do all sorts of disgusting things. And when he doesn’t like them or gets sick of them, he throws them to his subordinates.”
“How many people are there?”
“I can give you the answer.”
The man looked at me
“I feel like I’m just answering questions. Can you give me some oil? I haven’t heard back from you yet.”
“I can give you about half a gallon of synthetic oil.”
“What is a gallon?”
“Half-hearted.”
“What? You’re using difficult words.”
The man took something out of his bosom.
It’s jerky
I don’t know what kind of meat it is, but it wasn’t made before the war.
The fishy smell from beef jerky was enough to warrant a sales ban during a pre-war food hygiene inspection.
He tore it in half and handed it to the woman.
He chuckled as he chewed the beef jerky.
3 thousand people
“Is it real?”
It’s almost the size of an army.
“Not all of them are looters. They are people we caught from other places.”
“Slave”
The woman added.
“Yeah. There are a lot of slaves, a lot of warm-hearted kids like us, a lot of crazy kids on drugs just like us, a lot of old men who are as scary as soldiers, and everything except for nothing.
“There are helicopters and tanks. They even use the Chinese as mercenaries.”
As I listened to the story, I remembered a bulletin board user whom I had briefly forgotten about.
Was it CrunchRoll?
I’m talking about the guy who used to have women wearing bikinis next to him and encourage them in front of IAMJESUS.
Maybe that guy is right?
Considering that in today’s world it would be physically difficult to maintain such a harem.
“So you got out of there?”
“Rather than escaping, I joined the raid. I was assigned to a raiding party. But the leader was a bit of a complainer.”
The man smiled bitterly as he recalled the incident.
“I just betrayed you”
“betrayal?”
“It happens often. It’s a place where only assholes gather in the first place. If you’re confident that you can escape from the King, then run away. Well, you all get caught and become pig feed, though.”
From then on, it’s as I know.
They roamed the harsh lands on snowmobiles and snowcats prepared for winter raids, killing and plundering everything they came across.
And then I met Diesirae.
“There was no warning. There really was nothing. It was just a small town with smoke. I thought everyone was going to sleep, so I was going along happily, when all of a sudden there was a whistle? A whistle-like sound, and then the lights flashed and the car flipped over.
“Right after that, gunshots were heard from all directions, what the hell, I couldn’t do anything. It was a miracle that I was able to escape by saving my girlfriend.”
As expected, they were completely ambushed and couldn’t even fire a shot, so they were virtually annihilated.
The car flipped over, probably because it wasn’t a direct hit, but rather a blow to the underside.
It seems that from the beginning, they had enough leeway to aim for capture rather than destruction.
Of course, there wouldn’t have been that many survivors in the car after being hit by a shaped charge warhead.
I’ve heard all the stories I wanted to hear.
It was when he took out his gun and was about to step outside.
“Are you going to kill us?”
The man looked at me intently and asked.
I stared quietly.
“I had a cheap feeling from the first time I saw it.”
“Why do you think so?”
“What is it? Physiognomy? That’s just how it is. It looks similar to King. He looks fine, but he doesn’t seem like the same person.”
Even though they’re all gone, it seems like they have some sense.
Well, to have survived with a gang of marauders since my teens, I guess I need at least some talent.
“Then why did you come here? Couldn’t you have escaped in the middle?”
“How can I do that when I have a gun? And I don’t have any gas. If I go out, all I’ll do is freeze to death.”
“How to kill me?”
At this, the man shook his head with a bitter smile.
“I’ve decided not to do that anymore.”
“Get up from your seat.”
He pointed a gun at both of them.
No need to say much.
I can sufficiently explain my intentions by simply making a subtle but jarring clicking sound as I move the control knob.
The woman muttered something to me and swore at me, but I paid no attention.
They don’t have any weapons anyway.
Also, a fist cannot be a weapon in front of a person carrying a weapon.
They pushed them both out of the container box.
As I opened the door, a bitter cold wind blew in.
The woman flinched and the man turned around quickly.
Crash
He put the muzzle of his gun between my eyebrows and signaled me to get out.
“Please.”
The man suddenly lowered his head.
“You can kill me. But can’t you spare my girlfriend, Mijin?”
“What are you talking about?”
The woman next to me was startled and started screaming in anger, but the man paid no attention and continued talking, slightly lowering his head and staring at me.
“I’ll take you. At first glance, you seem to live alone. You’re not that pretty, but you’re cute. You might think you look young in my eyes.”
“…”
“I, too, have killed many people, and I thought that a day like this would come someday. Today is that day. Just kill me so I don’t have to hold any grudges.”
I saw the face.
It was bland.
Although he had no regrets, he accepted his fate even at an age that could not be called old.
A woman tries to change the man’s mind by screaming from the side.
“What are you talking about! We have to live together! You want me to live with this guy? Are you crazy?”
At his girlfriend’s screams, the man laughed miserably and caressed her face.
“Just live. From what I’ve seen, it’s better to just live. The slave lady made such a fuss, but she’s living well now, right? The ladies are right. You have to be in this world to do something. Think of me from time to time later.”
“Kyungjin······.”
I stared at the lovers embracing each other for a moment, waiting for them to notice me and turn their heads before I opened my mouth.
“Both of you take off your upper garments and walk east.”
“Both of you, where’s my girlfriend?”
The man made a grim expression for the first time.
His young-looking face had a distinctly predatory vibe.
Maybe that’s why he lived his life killing so many people with that face.
We don’t make many judgments when we kill people.
Is there an enemy interfering with the mission or not?
A simple yes or no was enough.
“Can’t you spare my girlfriend?”
A man with the face of a marauder suddenly ran towards me and buried himself in the snow.
He was bowing down to me.
“Please, please. Please spare Mijin.”
He pleads with a voice that I have never heard before.
There is no way that people will change their minds just because they beg or ask me to do something.
Once a target is labeled as an enemy, they are simply a target for elimination, not a subject of conversation.
How many comrades have died because of the petty whims of their comrades?
In order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, you need to be firm, or rather, ruthless.
You can pull the trigger as many times as you want.
however,
“Is it because of the child?”
I asked a question.
This is an unexpected question.
Seven years ago, I wouldn’t have asked that question.
The man shook his head.
He muttered with a smiling face while lying face down.
“I don’t even know who you are. I told you, it’s a shitty neighborhood.”
He looked up at me.
Mercy, you asked me for mercy that was not yours.
I saw a woman.
The woman, however, seemed unwilling to accept that mercy.
He ignored me and lifted up the man who was lying face down, slapped his cheek hard enough to make a cracking sound, and kissed him.
“….ha.”
My heart has grown cold.
“Get out of here.”
The lovers, who had come back from the dead, hurriedly headed towards their snowmobile.
I followed them and listened.
“Where are you going?”
“I told you. I’m going to Incheon.”
“Are you going to go and kill people again?”
“I won’t do it anymore. No, I’ll do it if I have to. But you know, I won’t join a gang like that anymore. You seem to be a former soldier, don’t you? Things that you would never be able to do alone can be done without a problem when you’re with others.”
“······.”
For a brief moment, I sympathized with what this young friend said.
He stepped back, raising his gun.
A man climbed onto a snowmobile and a woman climbed on the back, glancing at me.
A moment later, the snowmobile left my area, blowing through the snow with a loud noise.
It’s not over yet.
The story is that they weren’t just sent away for nothing.
There is one calculation.
The snowmobile had very little gas, and what little gas it had was taken away by bringing food. If we were to get out of here anyway, we would run out of gas quickly and freeze to death in the -22 degree cold.
But the temperature rose a bit.
It’s minus 18 degrees.
He is he.
Still, it is true that the sunlight feels a little warm.
I closed my eyes and felt the sunlight rising over the white ground through my closed eyelids for a moment, listening to the sound of the snowmobile’s engine fading away. After a while, the sound stopped.
Looks like the oil has finally run out.
I watched what he did.
There is only one expected outcome.
They’ll probably get a weapon somehow and try to attack me.
You’re going to kill me and try to find a way to survive.
In an age of destruction, humans are not much different from beasts.
“?”
What unfolded for me was an unexpected result.
The young lover who had chosen to live by killing as a way of life did not head towards my territory.
They trudged toward the snowy field, leaning against each other and occasionally being swept by a blizzard.
With refreshing laughter that can be heard from far away,
Boooooooooo-
He appeared in front of his lover who was wandering through the snowy field on a motorcycle.
They stared at me.
He threw a can of synthetic oil and other things in front of them.
Also included was a package containing a hot pack and some food.
“What, what? All of a sudden?”
“Incheon is over there. If you can’t see the road because it’s buried in snow, look for signs and abandoned cars. There should be a newly installed sign at the point where it turns into Incheon.”
“Why are you suddenly like this?”
I looked at the woman who had been staring at me the whole time.
It’s not pretty, but it definitely has a cute side.
I looked at her and said.
“You have a child.”
I watched them leave.
The snowmobile, now replete with life, glides more nimbly and agilely across the snowfield as it disappears from my sight.
Leaving behind the scattering laughter of young people, he turned his head toward the bunker.
Am I getting older?
Or maybe it was just a moment of wearing the armband that gave me generosity.
I don’t know
I just hope that this whim or old age doesn’t come back to haunt me.
Three years and three months have passed since the war began.
The weather is getting warmer.
End
ⓒ Road Warrior #dp8g
(Practical****) -Recommendation 113-
He showed a side of himself that still retained his humanity, crawled into a bunker, wrote an ugly letter of reflection, and was released from prison (Skeleton was released).
If I post something like this, I’m sure I’ll get hate comments from people with a conscience…
(bra***) -Recommendation104-
Skeleton knows. He can’t be saved and he can’t be helped.
The bunker must not be exposed either. Everything must be thoroughly established theoretically.
But when I see you constantly helping and saving other people, I feel something.
It seems like you have no regrets about life.
It’s like he wanted the armband so badly that he took risks to achieve it.
As if they were stopped without any problem. They even built a bunker to survive.
The theory is also strict, but even though you know the rules of survival, you don’t follow them
(round***) -Recommendation94-
Park Gyu says this choice is a whim now, but those who are truly trying to change have been tolerated so far.
A writer who killed Dragon C but continued its legacy.
A fake hunter who attacked the National Assembly building together, a congressman who did his best to save his family, and a hunter (Yum Yum) who was a looter and an enemy who tried to take his life, but became gentle after getting married…
These contradictory actions make the protagonist appear more unique and human.
(***Roeu) -Recommendation71-
As expected, people become normal because they don’t use the internet.
(knigh***) -Recommendation54-
Why do people say that just using the internet makes you disabled?ㅠㅠ
(One Two**) -Recommendation 54-
Was it normal? Those kids failed Park Gyu’s test, but
This couple passed
The kids will reappear someday, I wonder what they’ll look like then.
(YoR**) -Recommendation 46-
When I think about going back home and uploading stuff like (Skeleton Beatbox) like that, it makes me sad.
(Laman***) -Recommendation 45-
In the work, the professor hopes for the future of humanity.
The current Skeleton is the result of a collapsed belief that he could do it on his own just because of the sight he saw from beyond the boundary.
When I look back on my state of mind during my military service, or when I find out that my peers are in the process of closing the cracks while continuously searching for news about Jeju Island, or when I see this kind of behavior in my daily life,
It’s true that I’m looking forward to ‘tomorrow’, but I’m not confident about it.
(Glu***) -Recommendation 43-
I bought it because it’s a skeleton. If it was a professor, I would have killed it.
(hon**) -Recommendation38-
The irony that the most monstrous hunter is the most human
(Laman***) -Recommendation 35-
Pregnancy is a rather important turning point in the era of destruction.
(Prot**) -Recommendation 31-
Ah, now the puzzle is solved
So, Park Gyu. The cold-hearted professor becomes a skeleton who longs for communication on the bulletin board, and I feel sympathy for him!
……I’m going through menopause
My neighbor, Count Blaar, is also going through menopause, lol
(SLB**) -Recommendation 25-
Could the armband actually be Skeleton’s mercy pouch?
(gan***) -Recommendation16-
King… I think the Dirasirae side will fight each other?
There was a constant rumor that if you go around harassing Diras, you’ll get screwed, so it looks like King is in Viva too
(****Handwritten) -Recommendation 12-
I think this episode will have a hopeful ending
(star****) -Recommendation12-
Now I’m coming with my colleagues. That’s the apocalypse!!!
(wueh***) -Recommendation11-
Skeleton of hope in the low birth rate era
(Red Rel***) -Recommendation 7-
It’s so sad that there’s no future. It’s so heavy that everything doesn’t get better than before and is slowly getting worse.
So please, even though it’s a mess and dirty, I can’t give up hope. Someone, please show me some hope, that’s how I live.
If possible, I would like to live like a skeleton. Except for the internet.
(Atrocious**) -Recommendation 4-
That kid will be the messiah later???
(Hee***) -Recommendation 3-
Oh, why am I crying?
damn.
Author, I hope you stay healthy for a long time!!!
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