Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 185



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Episode 185

86. Story (3)

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Someone knocked on the door.

He is the president of a mid-sized company who lives in the neighboring room.

He looked at Baek Seung-hyun with bloodshot eyes and blurted out.

“You. You said you were a hunter, right? Huh? The old hunter. Huh?”

“why?”

“Why, why? We need to gather people. Shouldn’t we gather people who can fight?”

“yes?”

Baek Seung-hyun is a cold and ruthless person, but contrary to his personality, he is the type that does not show his emotions easily.

He’s not the type to yell or blush, and he doesn’t swing his fists around recklessly either.

Yet his voice was now slightly sharp.

The man who occupied the room next door didn’t know much about Baek Seung-hyun, but he was secretly confident that he knew Baek Seung-hyun well.

He is the president of a company with over a thousand employees.

I prided myself on knowing a lot about people.

Baek Seung-hyun is no exception.

‘He may know how to shoot a gun, but he has little social experience and doesn’t know how to think for himself. He’s just a big kid.’

The man who had his own definition of Baek Seung-hyun glared at Baek Seung-hyun with pitiful eyes and spoke bluntly.

“Is that because you don’t know what will happen?”

“What happens?”

“Ah. This. Is it because you’re an old hunter that your head doesn’t work? Look. Our resources are limited, but we have a lot of people. What do you think will happen? Can’t you guess?”

“Let’s talk somewhere else. The child might cry.”

Baek Seung-hyun looked around.

“Let’s do it in your cabin. Is that okay?”

It is true that the child is crying.

The man stared coldly at the tattooed young woman beyond the open door, then went into his room with Baek Seung-hyun.

There was no one in the room.

The man poured a glass of high-quality whiskey from the table and offered it to Baek Seung-hyun.

“Okay. What’s your name?”

It was a gesture of goodwill.

Baek Seung-hyun opened his mouth, staring at the man without even looking at the glass he was offered.

“Dongtan Mom.”

“what?”

Baek Seung-hyun grabbed the man by the neck.

It happened so suddenly that the man didn’t know what to do, but even if he had expected it, it would have been difficult to stop it.

Baek Seung-hyun is a trained killer and has no hesitation when he kills.

“Eeeeek!!!”

The man, whose face was so red that his eyes were about to pop out, struggled to free Baek Seung-hyun’s arm from his neck and asked with his eyes.

Why?

Why are you killing yourself?

Baek Seung-hyun turned around without saying a word and continued strangling.

When there was no more movement from the man’s body, Baek Seung-hyun grabbed a piece of rope from among the tools scattered around the room, tied a knot, and hung the man from the ceiling.

“······.”

Baek Seung-hyun stared blankly at the dangling corpse’s shoes and then searched through the luggage in the room.

I took some water, food, medicine, and clothes.

I didn’t miss out on alcohol either.

The moment he turned off the lights and left the room, Baek Seung-hyun ran into another person.

She is the wife of the man I just killed.

A woman with a sharp tongue who loudly criticizes her wife and herself.

“Why are you coming out here?”

“Oh, my husband said he had something to say.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ask the boss directly.”

Baek Seung-hyun opened the way.

The dead man’s wife looked at Baek Seung-hyeon with suspicious eyes, thought for a moment, and then went into the cabin.

The moment she entered the cabin, she tried to quickly close the door, but she couldn’t.

I saw a whitish shape dangling in the darkness.

“Hey, honey?”

The moment she recognized her husband, Baek Seung-hyun followed her.

puck!

He hit the back of the head with a fire extinguisher.

It was a blow without any mercy or forgiveness.

I didn’t forget to confirm the kill either.

His wife asked Baek Seung-hyun, who had returned to his room.

“Did you go to the next room? What happened? I heard a strange noise.”

“I killed him.”

“why?”

“If we don’t kill them, we will die.”

Baek Seung-hyun gestured to his wife.

“Help me move the body.”

“Where are you planning to move it?”

“Our cabin.”

“Our cabin?!”

When his wife asked in surprise, Baek Seung-hyun answered with a blank face.

“The doors are different. This one is a hastily made wooden door, but the ones next door were built originally, so the doors are much sturdier and the locks are stronger. It’s said that it’s impossible to open it from the outside.”

While his wife watched the net, Baek Seung-hyeon moved the body to his cabin.

Of course, I didn’t forget to hang the man I had just hanged from the ceiling again.

Finally, Baek Seung-hyun locked the door and closed it.

thud

The wife holding the child looked at Baek Seung-hyun with anxious eyes.

“It’ll be fine. This will greatly increase our chances of survival. Even if marauders come, they won’t be able to open this door.”

Bang! Bang!

A gunshot rings out in the darkness.

There’s a guy with a gun on the deck.

A scream is heard.

The looters will come soon.

Baek Seung-hyun picked up the kitchen knife and put it in his sleeve.

“Stay here for a moment. Close the door and don’t open it for anyone but me.”

As we went outside, shrill screams were heard everywhere.

Across the hallway, people were gathered and talking.

These are first class passengers.

“We need to create a vigilante group. If we don’t stick together, we won’t survive.”

A man who was a former colonel was raising his voice in front of the crowd.

“Fortunately, I think our first-class passengers have formed a more harmonious and friendly community than other classes of passengers. Although we are small in number, if we stick together, we will have a better chance of survival than if we were alone.”

Baek Seung-hyun didn’t like the first-class passengers, but he thought the former colonel’s words were valid.

Because there is no easier and more convenient way to survive within a limited area like a ship than to form a group.

At least we can buy some time.

Thinking like that, Baek Seung-hyun stayed at the meeting.

“There are four entrances to the first-class cabin. Let’s block them for now. At least to stop the looters who will rush in. The looters will target our first-class cabin first. There’s no time to hesitate!”

The former colonel guarded the entrance to the first-class area, distributing personnel appropriately in the midst of the chaos.

The looters who were going up to the first class cabin saw the first class passengers armed with clubs and knives on the stairs, so they did not go any further and turned back to loot other people.

A night passed in confusion.

A thick fog resembling the colors of the city covered the ship.

The pungent smell of blood and human excrement wafted from all directions.

Under the ship, shouts, screams, and cries still echoed ominously, as if from the depths of hell.

“How much food does everyone have?”

“What about the other ships?”

“Does anyone have a gun?”

The vigilantes were busy moving.

Although he usually disliked his first-class colleagues, Baek Seung-hyun also worked diligently and silently cooperated with them in order to survive.

While I was taking a breather, the women brought out some food.

It was an unidentified soup made by boiling mixed grains in canned baked beans.

Although it was food meant to fill the stomach rather than taste good, for some reason Baek Seung-hyun thought the food was delicious.

“You. Weren’t you a hunter?”

A man recognized Baek Seung-hyun and spoke.

Baek Seung-hyun answered.

“I am a worthless old hunter.”

“Are you good at shooting guns?”

“So-so.”

The man handed something dark to Baek Seung-hyun.

It’s a 38 caliber revolver.

He then produced twelve additional bullets sealed in paper.

“You’re a better shot than me. If you want, you can help us out with that gun.”

Only then did Baek Seung-hyun see the man again.

A man in his early 60s, neatly dressed in a shirt and trousers.

I know him.

He was a self-made CEO who boasted about making a lot of money by opening a large screen golf course in the countryside, but he was a person who gossiped among himself and badmouthed others like any other unlucky first-class passenger.

He smiled faintly as he handed the gun to Baek Seung-hyun.

“I happened to have it, but I don’t even know how to shoot it.”

A man in his fifties standing next to me suddenly asked.

“Why would you shoot that unless you’re an officer?”

“I shot it. I was a military police officer.”

“Do military police shoot things like that?”

“Shoot.”

“Army?”

“air force.”

Other unlucky first-class passengers also added their own words.

It was definitely not a good relationship.

It is a ragtag group of people who have come together for profit in an unavoidable situation.

But when a crisis hits, these people throw away such trivialities and pretense and try to become one in earnest.

For the greatest purpose of survival.

Experience may have played a part as well.

As the former colonel said, first-class passengers in such situations are likely to be prime targets for other looters, and we have already seen enough in Seoul and Incheon how those who do not form groups are killed.

The full-scale looter attacks began in the afternoon.

The looters, who moved in groups of 4-5, or as many as 10, banded together and attempted to invade the first-class passenger area.

The number was at least in the hundreds.

There were only about 150 first-class men standing against them, but they were well positioned, better organized than the raiders, and had a reason to defend themselves.

“Kill them all!”

“Bogs!”

“go away!”

The looters came rushing in with shouts like a roar.

Baek Seung-hyun and other passengers desperately resisted, swinging a makeshift spear made by attaching a kitchen knife to a pole with wire.

He had a gun, but his gun was only for use in case there were any gunmen among the looters.

bang!

Gunshots rang out in the midst of a fierce standoff.

This is a voice from the looters.

“CEO Kim!”

A first-class passenger who was blocking the stairs collapsed.

Baek Seung-hyun’s eyelids fluttered slightly.

It was the screen golf president who gave him the gun as a gift.

He died instantly with his eyes wide open, without even leaving a will.

Baek Seung-hyun glared and scanned the numerous looters swarming like ants below.

there is.

The guy with the gun.

The guy smiled and aimed his gun at Baek Seung-hyun.

bang!

Baek Seung-hyun was the first to draw his gun, the first to shoot, and the first to put a hole between the enemy’s eyes.

He is a hunter.

Trained in fast and accurate shooting to the point of paranoia, and used countless times in actual combat.

Baek Seung-hyun went down the stairs with his gun pointed at him.

The looters each shouted and swung their weapons, but every time Baek Seung-hyun aimed his gun at them, they backed away.

In front of countless looters, Baek Seung-hyun picked up the looter’s gun and stepped back while still aiming the gun.

“Anyone know how to shoot a gun?”

Baek Seung-hyun asked his fellow passenger.

A man raised his hand.

Baek Seung-hyun handed him a gun.

It’s something he would never do, but Baek Seung-hyun felt it too.

That in order to survive, we must become one with them.

Even though they are sons of bitches who ignore their wives, the fact is that they are my only neighbors now.

Meanwhile, looting and violence were not limited to the Hope Ship.

Smaller vessels, such as trawlers, were organized into ships themselves, and would raid other ships in similar circumstances, killing people, stealing supplies, and plundering what little oil they had.

Several of those pirate ships turned toward Korea and disappeared over the horizon.

A week passed like that in anxiety.

“Fuck. We’re out of food.”

“There is no water.”

“The smell of rotting corpses is overwhelming. If this continues, a plague will spread.”

In an increasingly gloomy atmosphere, Baek Seung-hyun thought that his group would not last long.

“Hey. Baek Hunter. The room you used. Wasn’t it originally the room used by the president of Geonpyeong Enterprise?”

A man looked at Baek Seung-hyun and said.

During the self-introduction session, he was a man in his early 60s who bragged about running a large funeral home in Gyeonggi Province and being good at golf.

Looking at his face, it was obvious that he had already known a long time ago that Baek Seung-hyun had killed the president of that mid-sized company and taken the room.

However, Baek Seung-hyun was active and needed to be active, so we turned a blind eye and pretended not to know, but now that the situation has worsened, we are raising the issue.

The man glared and asked roughly.

“Why did the cabins change?”

To this, Baek Seung-hyun answered curtly.

“I changed it because I didn’t like the room.”

“why?”

“It smells like iron.”

“I heard the room you were using smelled like a rotting corpse?”

“It looks like he committed suicide.”

“suicide?”

“Isn’t this a fucking world?”

When Baek Seung-hyun glared at him while showing him the gun, the man turned his head.

Baek Seung-hyun is exactly as he said.

It’s a fucking world.

So what I’m saying is that it’s nothing if one or two shitty things happen.

The silver lining is that the hordes of marauders down there are starting to collapse too.

The government didn’t leave any relief supplies or food on this damn ship.

Everything is lacking.

Those left behind were like fish thrown out of water.

They are struggling and flailing violently, but they are clearly destined to live for a very short time.

“Why on earth are you doing this? We have nothing, too.”

A fellow passenger who was standing guard with me sighed and muttered.

“······I believe you exist.”

A man answered, sucking on a twisted cigarette butt rather than a cigarette.

Although he looks poor, he was a university professor before the war.

“First of all, we have to expose those bastards unconditionally. Until we do, they’ll keep attacking us. Even if we expose everything we have, there’s zero chance of those bastards sparing us.”

The end is coming.

Baek Seung-hyun acted quickly.

On the day when thousands of people turned into looters were climbing the stairs, Baek Seung-hyun hid in his room and locked the door tightly.

The problem is the window.

There are circular windows that were built into the ship when it was built.

Baek Seung-hyun thought.

If we cover it up, the looters will get suspicious, but if we leave it alone, they will see right through us.

‘Isn’t there a better way?’

Baek Seung-hyun looked at the ceiling.

He thought about the man he had killed a few days ago.

Inside the dark cabin, Baek Seung-hyun fiddled with the rope, relying on the remaining light from his cell phone.

His wife, who was watching him make it, asked in a small voice.

“What are you making?”

“Harness.”

“Harness?”

“To hang from the ceiling.”

“why?”

“I have to cosplay as a suicide victim.”

Baek Seung-hyun hung a harness he made from the ceiling, then put on the harness and hung himself.

Baek Seung-hyun’s body floated in the air, and his two feet in particular were shaking vaguely like someone who had hung himself and died.

Baek Seung-hyun looked down at his family from the sky and spoke briefly.

“I’ll take care of the child.”

After a while, the sound of countless footsteps, like pouring rain, echoed through the cabin.

The defenses collapsed.

The stairs have been breached and now the looters are pouring in.

“Kill everything that’s alive!”

“You little shits! Just show off!”

“Hey! You little shits! Let’s see what good stuff you’ve been working so hard to get!”

The looting and killing began.

“Please save me! Please! There’s nothing!”

The voice in my memory begged for my life.

It was the funeral home owner who was suspicious of Baek Seung-hyun.

“Shut up, kid!”

A creepy, bloodcurdling crashing sound and screams were heard.

“What should we do with the body?”

“Throw it into the sea.”

The shadow of a looter can be seen passing messily beyond the window.

A man was leaning against the window and looking into the room.

End

ⓒ Road Warrior#

(Main comments)

(**Clean water) -Recommendation 79-

(Skeleton Criticism) Hmm… Is this really such an interesting story…

The battles were more intense during my time in China…

(Antimatter**) -Recommendation75-

I feel ashamed of Skeleton for thinking of mixing beatboxing and combat logs into this brutal and realistic apocalypse survival masterpiece…

(Read**) -Recommendation 64-

(Skeleton Question) Hmm… Is that it? I think my story is better.

(One Two**) -Recommendation 38-

Of course, I thought the unlucky first-class passengers would be taught a lesson first…

This is the old school hunter’s skill

The judgment that is honed on the crossroads is ㄷㄷㄷ

(Donggle***) -Recommendation 20-

How did Dongtan Mom rise to become the leader of the Hope Ship in a living hell created by looters and first-class people?

(Passionate**) -Recommendation 20-

If the story continues like this

Later on, Rebecca will also reveal the Skeleton story and it will become a fire.