Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 290



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117. Next door issue (2)

The number of uninvited guests is about 30.

Men, women and children are also mixed.

There are no old people.

There were about sixteen men in the army, all carrying guns.

The types of firearms varied, including carbines, standard-issue rifles for the South Korean military, and even rifles used by the North Korean military.

There were no heavy weapons and no notable equipment.

After setting up camp on the golf course overnight, they immediately dispatched a five-person expedition team toward the US military base.

This is where you can see why they came here.

They set up a temporary camp on a golf course, but their real destination appears to be a US military camp.

The vehicle was also not visible.

A child of about ten years old is believed to have come on foot, as he is carrying a heavy backpack.

“There hasn’t been any radio communication all night?”

“Oh. There was nothing.”

No radio transmission was sent.

They literally showed up and established themselves in our territory without permission.

Although they are located far from our base, they are actually located within the same area.

Especially sharing water.

The stream that flows beneath my territory will be recognized as an important resource for them and they will encounter it often.

As soon as morning came, we called everyone together.

“Some annoying guests have shown up.”

We will listen to the majority opinion, but coexistence is not an option.

We don’t need neighbors.

The comrades gathered under a tent made of camouflage in the center of the empty lot.

Just because people gather doesn’t mean everyone is expressing their opinions.

Some people don’t like talking.

This type tends to listen to what others have to say and only speaks their own mind when they come across an opinion that they absolutely cannot accept.

Bang Jae-hyuk is like that.

He is the type of person who likes to be alone and is generally reserved, but when necessary he becomes more talkative, but at least on this matter he doesn’t seem to have much to say.

Ha Tae-hoon and Cheon Young-jae are neutral. They prefer to comment on or agree with someone else’s opinion rather than expressing their own.

It is the Defender’s job to actively express opinions.

Of course, his opinion is very obvious and one-sided.

“It will never work through conversation.”

As always, our defender is predicated on killing people.

“It may sound cruel, but one side has no choice but to push the other side away with force. Even if we stay still, the other side will still attack us.”

The defender clapped his hands loudly and made a motion where his right hand grabbed his left hand from above.

“Eventually, one has to disappear.”

To put it simply, we are talking about killing them all.

Ironically, the Defender’s words are persuasive.

Those are the times.

Cheon Young-jae and Ha Tae-hoon are seen exchanging glances.

Cheon Young-jae was in the same class as Defender, but he was closer to Ha Tae-hoon and had a better rapport with him.

The tendencies are also similar.

“It would be easier if I killed them all.”

Cheon Yeong-jae opened his mouth.

“But killing that many people won’t be that easy.”

The meaning of “not easy” contained in Cheon Yeong-jae’s words probably does not only include the difficulty of the battle.

He says the group includes women and children.

If my eyes are not deceiving, there was also a pregnant woman in there.

Incheon Hunters do not hesitate to kill, but they are not human barbarians either.

They are friends who can distinguish between those who should be killed and those who should not, and are willing to show humanitarian generosity when they have the time.

They could afford it.

Even though they lacked resources and enjoyed less freedom than we did, they lived under a form of government and received compensation.

The risks they took were not less than ours, but they were never left so completely alone as we were, experiencing a struggle of all against all.

The story is that although they went through the same period of destruction, the experiences they gained during it were different.

Meanwhile, Defender and I continued our struggle for survival on bare ground.

“Once a confrontation begins, it is extremely difficult to single out and kill people.”

The Defender opened his mouth again.

“Even if we kill only the combatants, the people left behind will be left to the hands of others. I wish someone other than us had mercy.”

The defender, who had finished his story, turned his gaze toward me as if seeking a judgment.

I saw Ha Tae-hoon and Cheon Young-jae.

He seemed to have considerable resentment towards Defender’s words, but he couldn’t seem to find anything to say in rebuttal.

They have never seen an eagle.

You may have seen the pioneers dragging away the elderly, but you have probably never seen their final fate.

You’ve probably heard stories of looters attacking private bunkers to drag people out and steal supplies, but you’ve probably never thought about it from the perspective of the bunker’s owner.

As the heavy silence flowed, additional gazes were directed at me.

“······.”

It is up to the leader to draw conclusions.

I will not run away from that duty.

I opened my mouth quietly, conscious of the eyes looking at me.

“I’ve said this from the beginning, but I have no intention of getting along with those guys. As Hong Jeong-ho said, that’s impossible. We can be friends for a while. But we can’t be friends forever, and it’ll end in blood.”

My gaze turned to Cheon Yeong-jae and Ha Tae-hoon.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean this situation will lead to combat. There must be other ways.”

Although the decision is mine to make, there are practical constraints to making a decision right away.

For the time being, we concluded the meeting by observing the intruder who had appeared in our territory.

“Your thoughts are so naive.”

The Defender spat out a word as he passed me by.

This probably refers to Ha Tae-hoon and Cheon Young-jae.

Well, that’s true.

It feels too soft by our standards.

But we also have to consider Ha Tae-hoon and Cheon Young-jae’s feelings.

Their thoughts are all valuable and have a reason.

I don’t think their soft thinking is necessarily a disadvantage.

There must be a certain line that people must keep to some extent.

If you don’t care about the means and methods for the sake of efficiency, you may get immediate results, but then how is that any different from the DSirae?

“······.”

Of course, there is no specific method that comes to mind.

I tried to think of a trick while slowly patrolling the area, but tricks don’t come that easily.

As I was sitting blankly in front of the bunker, watching the clouds drift by, someone approached me.

A middle-aged woman wearing comfortable work clothes.

“Mr. Park Gyu.”

She is Bang Jae-hyuk’s mother.

We greeted each other, but we didn’t really get to know each other very well.

She mostly shared with us wild greens that she had picked and prepared herself, either from field work or by growing them herself.

The Defender siblings refused her food, but at least I was able to somehow eat the vegetables she gave me.

It wasn’t as tasty as I had hoped, but it did have the effect of adding some green to my otherwise bland diet.

“I heard from Jaehyuk. He said that the people over there are the problem?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Although I am a member, I personally have no thoughts about it.

This is the person who brought her because she is Bang Jae-hyuk’s mother.

Recently causing conflict with the Defender siblings.

That’s exactly my opinion of her.

“This may be off-topic, but can’t we just talk things out with those people?”

She looked at me blankly and said.

“It’s impossible.”

“why?”

At that point, I felt a strong sense of annoyance, but I held it in and told him what I thought.

“This is a matter of survival. Can it be resolved with just a few words? And coexistence is impossible.”

“Is that so?”

There seems to be a considerable amount of discomfort in my voice.

When I saw Bang Jae-hyuk’s mother taking a step back and looking at me.

I hoped that would end the conversation.

“Then shouldn’t we kick them out?”

Bang Jae-hyuk’s mother spoke again.

“You could try scaring them away, right?”

I thought it was ridiculous, but I didn’t show it.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Please think about it. We are not murderers, so we don’t necessarily need to kill those people. You may not know, but people are very scared. Not everyone is like Mr. Park Gyu.”

I entered the bunker with a bitter smile on my face.

“I’m kicking you out······.”

Easier said than done.

If I had that choice, I would gladly have taken that approach.

But how do you get rid of them?

If they shoot, will you back off?

If you put on display the idea of ​​killing a person, will they be scared and withdraw from the camp?

I don’t know.

They too, risking their fate, settled down here after weighing various options.

The deaths of one or two people would have been a loss that was already expected when they abandoned their past settlement and started their journey this way.

They will not leave that place even if a person dies.

As if I would never leave my territory.

I logged onto the bulletin board with a stuffy feeling.

The first place I accessed was the Red Archive bulletin board in Jeju Island.

“······.”

Knock knock

Non-paying newbie: My wife.jpg

Randomly select one female character image from the game saved in the Red Archive folder and attach it as an attachment.

The character I chose today is an innocent looking female character with fox ears.

“······.”

Knock knock

-My wife, isn’t she pretty? (No swearing)

It may seem like a trivial post, but it is important groundwork.

The Red Archive Bulletin Board’s emoticon angel “Skeleton” is a card that is too dangerous to take out now.

Skeleton is a named person on the Red Archive bulletin board and a person of interest marked by Sparrow.

Therefore, I need to slowly and gradually make my new avatar, a non-paying newbie, into a named person.

Even if it was to entrust an important axis on that fateful day.

After completing this simple yet important task, I logged onto our bulletin board.

There is a familiar nickname in the popular article.

A new user who has recently been loved by everyone.

Anonymous1936: This is the neighbor problem I posted before, and it has been resolved!

“hmm?”

I clicked on Anonymous1936’s post with some skepticism.

This is not an issue that can be easily resolved.

Because of recent server issues, loading has been slow, so I waited for a while for the article to be printed and made my own guesses about the content.

“······.”

The first thing that comes to mind is a familiar solution.

That’s murder.

Despite its many problems, it is the fastest and most reliable method.

However, it is not a very pleasant thing that the newbie who used to make us feel fresh has changed into someone like us.

The content was printed out after a short wait.

The article was accompanied by several photos.

I quickly scrolled through the photos.

The finger that had been absentmindedly scrolling down turned the wheel in the opposite direction to scroll up again.

“hmm?”

It’s not what I expected.

Blood and corpses, that is.

All that was captured in the photo was an abandoned camp and no traces of life.

My gaze immediately turned to the text written at the end of the photo.

Anonymous1936: Many people were worried, but it was resolved amicably.

Anonymous 1936: I don’t know if you’ve all been living as isolated survivors for a long time, but people like us who live in safe places or communities always have a superstitious fear of the outside world.

Anonymous1936: We tried our method because we thought they might be just as scared as we were.

The method Anonymous1936 chose was scare.

Late at night he and his colleagues approached the neighboring base in question and opened fire fiercely.

To be exact, he is said to have positioned his colleagues so that gunfire could be heard from all directions and fired into the air for 10 minutes.

After giving the other person an experience that was enough to make them feel death, even if it was only for 10 minutes, they went back and watched the situation.

Their hard work paid off.

It is said that the intruders who had been terrified all night packed up everything and left the area as soon as day broke.

Anonymous1936: If he had killed or injured someone, he probably wouldn’t have left easily. Koreans have a strong grudge, after all.

It’s a neat and clean solution.

Even I, an old bachelor, was shocked by the freshness.

Of course, there were some friends who were displeased with Anonymous1936’s methods.

The most notable example would be the Neighbor Murderer – Keystone.

keystone: You must have been lucky.

Well, maybe you’ll get lucky.

But I would like to listen more closely to Anonymous1936’s opinion.

I feel like I learned a thing or two from him, even though he’s just a newbie.

To be exact, I was reminded of something I had lost in the past after reading Anonymous1936’s writing.

*

Pong-

Ha Tae-hoon’s mortar spewed out shells with a comical sound.

“Will something like this really make them go away?”

Defender is not very enthusiastic about the response.

He smiled broadly and looked through the telescope at his neighbors’ reactions.

Boom!

The shell exploded close to the camp.

There were no casualties.

As expected, the neighbors were in panic.

There were also props to add to the effect.

Wheeeeeeeeing–

This is a drone controlled by Dajeong.

She made a sharp noise through the radio, never revealing herself outside the bunker.

“Does this make sense?”

“It will be there.”

“Skeleton. Isn’t it too soft~?”

The medium-sized drone piloted by Da-jeong flew through the surrounding airspace at an altitude and speed that was just right for neighbors to spot.

I can hear my neighbors screaming.

“Drone!”

“It’s an observation drone!”

Bang! Tata ta tang!

The shooting continued, but Da-jeong’s drone flew far to the east.

Followed by.

“Who? Who are you?! Who is doing this to us?!”

For the first time, K-Walkie-Talkie heard the voices of its neighbors.

The moment I heard that terrified voice, I knew that this operation would be a success.

We made no reply and fired a couple of shells.

The next day, before dawn, the neighbor’s intruder packed up and left the golf course.

A perfect victory.

A group of nearly 30 refugees were driven out with just four mortar rounds.

The defender who had been watching said as he left.

“You were lucky.”

He said something like Keystone.

That might be true.

But one thing to keep in mind is that

Not everyone is a worn-out survivor like us.

The point is that not everyone sees the world the same way we do.

Things that are so obvious to us may be completely incomprehensible to some people.

This time too, it was like that.

In matters where we thought we had to risk our lives, the parties involved chose a choice we would never have made: flight.

Each person sees the world differently and approaches solutions differently.

We too easily forget that fact.

Especially those of us who think we have “experience”.

“Try this.”

Bang Jae-hyuk’s mother came holding a plastic container.

Inside was a container filled with pickled cucumbers.

I tried one.

“It’s delicious.”

She walked towards the other person with a smile on her face.

He spoke to her.

“Don’t tell those guys.”

She turned to me and smiled innocently.

“Even if you ask, I won’t give it to you.”

It seems like this side has also found its own answer.

“Where are those people going?”

She asked as she watched the people leaving.

“well.”

He chuckled and picked up another cucumber.

“I guess we’re going somewhere.”

They probably have thoughts too.

Thoughts that are different from mine, perhaps even incomprehensible to me.