Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 225



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96. Those Who Turn Their Backs (1)

For those who are preparing for destruction, the more cards in hand the better.

That’s a given.

The more tools you have to cope, the more flexible you will be in dealing with any situation.

The problem is in contact with reality.

Increasing the number of cards means that it costs money compared to pre-war standards.

Each doomsday activist has a different economic level and means of living, and the resulting gap has already been confirmed with our own eyes.

Now a future is foretold.

I am sure that Kim Byeong-cheol’s Seoul will not last that long.

At most, half a year.

I absolutely can’t get through this year.

Let’s list some of the anticipated problems.

Hostile hunters, soldiers, fanatics, and refugees, including Kim Da-ram, who are written as looters and read as marauders.

The best way to protect my property from these countless motherfuckers who would soon pour in would be to hide my bunker, but for various reasons I had connections with powerful people and made the location of my bunker known.

There is a day and a night.

The advantage is that the resources do not run out even after three years after the war.

To be honest, it was difficult to predict before the war that we would continue to live such an affluent life to this day.

The downside is, of course, confidentiality.

The unhidden bunker is a Nodaji point, not much different from the so-called Golden Goblin.

The moment I’m attacked by a superior group of humans, not only my life but also my property can be swallowed up by those poor bastards.

That too, with a very high probability.

I have been racking my brain over this long-standing problem.

I’ve built bunkers, I’ve run away, I’ve even thought about moving.

Every time, the conclusion I reached was a fatalistic conclusion that my bunker and I were destined to be inseparable, but now it was time to seriously consider a change of course.

We need a third place, not here.

But we can’t give up the bunker.

I once read in a book that when people are faced with a crisis, sometimes it’s not a bad option to review things from the beginning.

The origin of my doomsday thinking is, of course, Viva! Apocalypse!

Although he is currently focusing on being named and all, I know better than anyone else that at one time, this Park Gyu was a model student with sparkling eyes.

Looking at my writings from before the war, more than three years ago, I thought about the direction of the future.

The imminent scenario – the total collapse of Seoul and hostile human activity – is actually one that has been anticipated for quite some time.

Although the timing has been delayed due to various circumstances, and the level of the hostile humans has increased dramatically – perhaps the difference between level 1 and max level? – in the big picture, it will not be much different from the issue that was being talked about three years ago.

In situations like this where it is difficult to hide or protect the main bunker, some users have suggested creating a third bunker in a place where the existing bunkers can be observed, and using that to observe the existing bunkers, you can reclaim the main bunker whenever the situation allows.

This is also a method that has its pros and cons, but for me, who cannot give up the main bunker under any circumstances, it is an unavoidable second-best option.

A third bunker is not an option, it’s a necessity.

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I suddenly remembered the first time I built a bunker.

When deciding on a bunker, the thing I was most concerned about was its location.

The current site was determined by evaluating numerous factors that are not determined by just one factor, such as the ease of defense or easy access to resources, as well as the political and social changes that occurred soon after, whether it is a strategic location, visibility, and potential for expansion.

To be honest, I am proud to say that I evaluated it more carefully than our Dangun Wanggeom.

My experience over the past three years has clearly shown that the bunker I chose was a good location.

Even if you look further, you won’t find a better place than here.

But this bunker must remain empty for the time being.

I’m thinking about a year.

This may be a long time if it is long enough, but considering the level of people who leveled up after the war, it cannot be said to be very long.

The question is where to set up a third bunker.

Viva! Apocalypse! In the past, the boards said that a place where the main bunker can be observed and taken at any time is a good candidate for a third bunker.

But that condition is not that easy.

The only place in my bunker area that can be called high ground right now is my bunker area.

The point is that while it is possible to observe other nearby areas from my bunker, the opposite is not easy.

If you use observation equipment like a drone, then that may not be an issue, but drones are a double-edged sword.

When I use a drone, my enemies also see my drone.

Therefore, constant observation is impossible.

“······.”

A change of thinking is needed.

The one who has always inspired me is my role model, John Nae-non.

I finally searched for his writing.

John_nenon: (John Nenon) Haha, it’s tonight

John_nenon: (John Nenon) The surprisingly solid structure of a rural hospital facility

John_nenon: (John Nenon) It’s a golden retriever lol

John_nenon: (John Nenon) The defense power of the so-called “mental hospital”

John_nenon: (John Nenon) Report: Visiting a rural abandoned hospital (1)

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Although he often referred to the writings of foreign users, in his later years he also wrote many stories that suited the Korean situation, which he had personally experienced.

Before he was kicked off the bulletin board, his main interest was in rural hospital buildings.

It seems that Jonnaen felt a strong attraction to the houses, which were mainly located in isolated areas and had a sturdy structure of reinforced concrete, were not easily accessible from the outside and were not easy to escape from, and were simple yet airtight structures, in addition to being equipped with essential living infrastructure such as ventilation, air conditioning, and water supply.

In fact, he would post several times during his later years about his visits to places like abandoned hospital buildings.

The argument was that rather than building a large bunker with mediocre funds, a pretty decent hideout could be built by reusing an abandoned hospital building.

However, as Jonnaenon explains in the text, this method is recommended to survivors who form groups to some extent rather than individual survivalists.

No matter how remote a hospital is, it is visible from afar, and the cross symbol visible from afar has a magical power that draws in sick and diseased people like hungry zombies.

There are several hospitals near my area.

It was the final resting place for elderly people whose lives were in danger, and was called a “nursing hospital” or “hospice,” rather than a typical hospital like the orthopedic, plastic, or dermatological clinics you often see in the city.

Among these numerous hospitals, there are quite a few that pioneers have visited.

I decided to choose a third bunker site among these numerous hospitals.

There were three places I thought of.

Two of these were located near the rice fields facing the road, and the third was located on a mountainside quite far from my territory.

Boooooooooooo-

I immediately got on my motorcycle and started exploring.

The fact that there was no one around seemed to indicate that this was my last chance.

The radio was talking about how Kim Byeong-cheol and the Legion’s dedicated battles had stopped the monsters, but from what I experienced firsthand, it was just that there were fewer monsters.

There was no sign of the large bell I was worried about.

Literally by chance, some of the monsters bypassed the Han River, and that alone put the whole of Seoul in crisis to the point where Kim Byung-chul, who loved the show, stopped the show.

If a “proper” monster offensive were to hit Seoul, well, that would mean the end of this little world.

The first and second hospitals were below expectations.

Although the skeleton and structure of the hospital were maintained, the inside was rotting away, perhaps due to poor construction or the damage caused by the war, and the internal facilities were completely destroyed, making it completely unusable.

Even the second hospital was so full of waste that it was impossible to even enter.

It seems likely that malicious waste dumpers dumped a lot of industrial waste even before the war broke out.

The third candidate is a place I don’t really want to go.

It is located halfway up a fairly rugged mountain surrounded by golf courses.

As a hospital located on a mountainside, it has the advantage of not being easily visible from the bottom of the mountain except in times like winter. However, because it is located in a valley, it is surprisingly difficult to monitor the surroundings, and the location on a mountainside causes two problems at the same time: difficulty in supply and difficulty in transportation.

In short, if you can settle down there and be self-sufficient, it’s not a bad place, but if you’re not self-sufficient, it could become like a desert in the mountains, lacking in everything.

Anyone who has spent a long time in the mountains knows that just because there is a lot of green doesn’t necessarily mean there is an abundance of life.

It is an environment where there is a high probability of a lack of the most basic elements necessary for survival, such as drinking water, food, and sunlight.

Therefore, unless you are a master of mountain survival techniques, surviving in the mountains is a matter that must be considered carefully.

With such a reluctant heart, I headed to the last survey site.

As expected from a place where a hospital used to be, the road was well-maintained.

It’s a paved road.

While climbing the mountain, I also found several half-torn banners that said, “Selection of excellent hospitals such and such.”

The road was in good condition, but there was no sign of a car passing by.

It looks like the common scavenger hasn’t even come looking for them.

Well, there probably aren’t many people who would spend a lot of money going to a remote nursing home like this.

However, this third hospital, unlike the previous two, appeared to be a “high-end nursing hospital.”

This is clear from the signs, information boards, and roads that have been installed here and there.

After all, it must be a hospital that children with more money would send their parents to.

Anyway, the conclusion won’t be much different.

But as I got closer to the hospital, I began to feel an inexplicable sense of anxiety.

It’s a sense of life.

It felt like people were living there.

It was strange in itself that people were living in a nursing home for the elderly who were destined to die three and a half years after the start of the war, but the air filled with the scent of life, the faint crowing of roosters, the musical resonance, and the regular noises were enough to make me suspect that people were living at my destination.

Clank-

Eventually he got off the motorcycle and picked up the gun.

As I raised my gun, a cold wind blew gently down from the mountaintop.

After sweeping back her swaying hair, she slowly walked forward along the slope.

The name of the destination caught my eye.

Certainly, as befitting a high-class nursing hospital, the material and design of the sign are extraordinary.

There were several graveyards scattered next to the sign.

Most of the cemeteries had no tombstones, but in some cases, someone had left a vague note in Chinese characters, however crude, indicating which family the person was a descendant of.

Some of these cemeteries appear to have been built not long ago.

My guess was correct.

People live there.

As I thought about it that far, I felt a strong curiosity.

I felt something of a miracle of life when I saw that people who were left at the end of their rope in a nursing home survived for three more years in a time of destruction that even healthy people would find difficult to endure.

Of course, we must distinguish between wonder and danger.

As I had been trained, I hid my presence and approached the nursing home.

There are people.

They are old people.

In the farmland cleared by cutting down a mountain, the elderly were working leisurely, keeping up with the heat and humidity.

Their age, visible from a distance, is clearly that of old people.

But if you ask me if they are old by pre-war standards, I would say no.

Early to mid 60s at best.

I’m still at an age where I can do more work.

“······.”

I thought about it for a moment.

Should I show myself before them or just disappear?

Now that it has been confirmed that a third party lives in my bunker site, the area has no value to me.

It’s hard to know what I can gain by contacting them.

After much thought, I decided to go back the way I came.

There is no contact.

But it is a fact that the level of this entire world has risen.

“Who’s there?”

An old man pointed in my direction.

Clank! Clank!

There was a gunshot.

As I turned my gaze, a group of hostile old men loomed from the side, armed with guns.

“Put down your guns and come forward. I know you’re alone.”

The old man in the lead growled at me with a sharp look in his eyes.

The moment I saw the old man’s pale face, I felt like I knew one of the facility’s secrets.

That old man.

Half of them are zombies.

Those who were neither alive nor dead were surrounding the living while leading the dying.