Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 5



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5. Anonymous337

“At first, you need to roll the wool into a ball by hand. Beginners may find it difficult to get the right amount, but you will get used to it as you keep doing it.”

The dark bunker is filled with the lights of the monitor and the warm voice of a man.

This video is not from before the war.

This photo was taken at the present time, one year after the war broke out.

The source is none other than our community ‘Viva! Apocalypse!’.

This magical site still works after the nuclear bomb fell.

I felt like I was being scammed seeing $100 slipping away every month, excluding satellite communication equipment, but our founder Melon Mask was a responsible and technically capable person, contrary to his reputation.

The city he lived in was destroyed by a nuclear missile blast, and he probably burned to death inside, but his legacy will forever be with humanity as a star, along with a server installed in a satellite in the sky.

Viva! Apocalypse! is one of the few Internet communities still remaining today.

Although my mentor John Nae-non was gone, the community still maintained a level where it could be made up of only Koreans.

Of course, there are not only normal people.

I have put 4 of my fellow users on my block list.

A pseudo-religious person who spouts nonsense about the rapture and such, an attention-seeker who posts his diary every minute without anyone knowing, a schizophrenic who picks a fight with anyone, a psychopath who enjoys hunting humans and posts about it with pride.

On the other hand, there were some good people.

Anonymous337, who made the video “Making a Wool Felt Doll for My Daughter (3)” that I am currently watching, is one of them.

Anonymous337 was a kind, warm, and mature man with a fatherly nature that I never had.

Instead of relieving his boredom in the bunker with alcohol or drugs, he made toys for his son and daughter, and uploaded the process to a bulletin board as a video with sweet music and witty editing.

He was very dexterous, and the robot model he made for his son out of wood was of a quality that could be sold commercially.

I wanted to see my son happy when he received the gift, but he just stayed silent and worked.

Perhaps it’s because they’re hesitant to reveal their family information due to security concerns.

In fact, no other person’s voice was heard in his video, which also seemed to show how meticulous Anonymous337 is.

I also tried making a robot by imitating Anonymous337’s production method, but with my cat’s hands, I ended up making nothing but a disgusting object that you would see in an unidentified penis-worshipping village, let alone a robot.

Recently, he has been serializing how to make a sheep doll using wool felt for his seven-year-old daughter.

I was secretly looking forward to its completion, as the quality was as high as the robot I made for my son.

“This is how you make ears. It may look difficult, but it’s easy if you know how.”

His doll isn’t quite finished yet, but it’s cute and adorable enough that I’ll want to buy some wool felt and tools the next time I’m in Seoul.

*

A year has passed since the war began.

The world has become more difficult to live in than when the war began.

There are no more nuclear missiles or airstrikes, but the monsters’ clutches are reaching out not only to the area near the ceasefire line but also to the southern region, and trade has been cut off. The government has already lost control, and recovery seems far off.

A fierce wind blew through the community as well.

KaosGate: There’s been a sharp increase in refugees recently. They’re peeking around my bunker.

Anonymous 121: This is the south, and refugees have been wandering around here for a long time. Everyone, be careful. If you help refugees because you feel sorry for them, they will come back as robbers.

There have been a lot of articles about refugees recently.

In fact, it may be that the number of refugees has increased, but several bulletin board users have recently disappeared.

Among them was a psychopath who kept a daily diary, whom I had blocked.

The community has concluded that the recent disappearances of users are the work of refugees.

Qwer1234: It’s the refugees’ doing. Those bastards killed them and took over the bunker. They probably killed their families too.

RealKorean: You fucking refugee bastards, just try to catch my eye and I’ll blow your brains out with a shotgun.

Some users have already declared refugees as enemies.

well.

I am skeptical.

Refugees are just refugees.

Among them, there may be experts who have received professional search training, but how many of those people are there in South Korea?

Isn’t this just a case of really bad luck?

There was no one who had a similar viewpoint to me.

Coincidentally, it’s the person who blocked me.

I saw a keyboard battle and realized that the person on that blocked list had similar thoughts to me.

His nickname is Defender.

A human race known as human hunters in the community.

Since the war began, human hunters have periodically posted kill certificates.

He reported his crimes irregularly with two photographs: one of the victim’s body taken from a distance; the other of a black plastic bag over the victim’s face, with the victim’s fingerprints printed in ink next to the bag.

He killed a different person every time.

The means were also diverse.

Sometimes they used guns, and sometimes they killed people by beating them to death with blunt weapons.

When killing women and children, only black plastic bags were used.

It wasn’t killing for fun.

There is only one reason.

He said it was because he had invaded his territory.

The way I see it, it’s the same whether he’s a psychopath who kills for fun or this guy.

I unblocked him and searched for his posts.

Defender: This isn’t a refugee thing.

Defender: Didn’t you all call a construction company when you were building a bunker?

Defender: Watch out for those bunker construction guys. They’re your guys.

Finally, the human hunter uploaded the murder certificate he always uploaded.

However, this certification did not place a black bag on the body.

On his pale, frozen face, in addition to the certificate of burial that he always carried, there was a construction contract and an ID card lined up.

That’s right.

They are the employees of the construction company that contracted with him.

Community users ignored his words.

Was it because he didn’t want to listen to the human hunters?

Or perhaps it is because it brings to light a reality that is difficult for the human hunter to accept.

That’s something to imagine.

Because a more important issue arose.

Anonymous337, my favorite community user, has disappeared.

His disappearance, as a father who was more caring and gentle than anyone else and was also very talented, came as a great shock to me.

*

Time passed again, and fall turned into winter.

Temperatures dropped below freezing and winds carrying toxic fallout blew from west to east.

The situation in the community also became increasingly cold.

Anonymous231: Anonymous423, are you alive? It seems like this guy hasn’t posted in a while. If he’s alive, please press like once. I’ll press like you next time.

Lone_wolf: Kaos_Gate Didn’t this guy get hit too?

Nowadays, the disappearance of colleagues is not so uncommon.

A lot of users disappeared.

Although they had prepared and braced for destruction, they were unable to overcome the harsh waves and disappeared from the community.

No one posted a message of condolence.

Because no one knows when it will be their turn next.

But I never imagined that it would be my turn next.

They appeared just as the dandruff-like eyes containing fine amounts of radioactivity began to cover the golf course and my area.

A group of trucks showed up on the golf course and headed straight for my territory.

I observed them through the telescope and spotted a familiar face among them.

“······Look at this kid?”

It was probably Manager Hong.

He is a construction worker who helped build my first bunker.

He was Kim Wang-su’s superior, and his reputation was not very good as he was a man of few words and always walked alone.

Because I did my work half-heartedly and didn’t even join in on the drinking parties.

The president of the construction company often made snide remarks about Manager Hong when he was not around.

“Chief Hong. I’ve known that kid for over ten years, but he doesn’t change. If you do that kind of work for too long, you should at least be a foreman. Since you have a brat-like personality, you’re always going to be a jerk.”

The fact that the man who used to leave the table with the excuse of family when I offered him a drink has returned to my territory can only be interpreted in a negative way.

And that’s not just one, he’s leading four armed men.

I was reminded of the writings of the human hunter.

Defender: Watch out for those bunker construction guys. They know your location.

The culprit is usually nearby.

Among the construction companies, those who helped build the bunkers remembered the bunkers and visited old customers again.

You could call it the after-service of death.

Their voices were transmitted to earphones through wiretapping devices placed everywhere.

“Is this the right place?”

“Yes. This is the right place. That’s the golf course and that’s the Air Force base. In between. They built a bunker under that little hill.”

“Are you sure it’s a bunker?”

“That guy said he was building an underground concert hall, but who would come to a rural area like this where there are no roads? I got bids for a few more places and worked on the construction, and it’s definitely true. It’s a bunker. A bunker.”

“How many people are there?”

“I only know one person. At most, it’s a family unit.”

A short conversation summed up the whole situation succinctly.

Manager Hong.

He came to kill me.

They came to kill me and take everything from me.

“······.”

I turned off the lights, opened the bunker entrance, and waited for them in the darkness.

No firearms were fired.

Instead, he only carried two axes.

Jeokbuk-

Two men appeared at the wide open entrance to the bunker.

The man in the lead was armed with a reinforced plastic shield and baton for riot control, followed by a man armed with an M16.

“The entrance! It’s open!”

A man with a gun turned on a lantern and looked inside the bunker.

Cheers burst out from both men’s mouths simultaneously.

“Wow! Cigarettes! Cigarettes! How many cartons are there?”

I brought the cigarettes.

To draw them in.

But these raiders are definitely no ordinary bettors.

Even after discovering the loot, he doesn’t move at all.

They were working thoroughly as a team.

Especially Manager Hong, this guy is no joke.

“Do you smell a corpse inside?”

The men in the lead shook their heads.

“No. I’m not.”

“There’s no such stench.”

Manager Hong’s voice continued to be heard.

“Check to see if there’s anyone inside. Look in every corner.”

That’s right.

This isn’t a skill that’s been learned once or twice.

“Don’t rush in, put up a shield and go slowly. There might be someone hiding inside.”

however.

Whirlyrick-

The opponent was bad.

I waited for the light to shine on me, spinning the axes in both hands as if dancing.

The moment the light shone on me, I jumped out like a tiger and kicked the leader’s shield with all my might.

“Oh my god!”

The shield man fell backwards and pushed the gunman along with him.

bang!

As the loud gunshots echoed through the bunker along with the flashing lights, I caught sight of two enemies.

I counted in my head as the shield held by the man’s hand slowly lowered down in what seemed like slow motion.

Three, two, one.

And throw.

Whirlyrick-

The axe flew in a parabolic arc toward the man with the gun.

The man who had fired the shot straightened his posture and tried to aim his gun at me, but before he could, the axe went through his forehead and pierced his brain stem.

“Ahhhhh!”

A scream burst from the shield man’s mouth.

I tried to stand up, staggering as I watched my comrade die right before my eyes, but my feet were faster than me, crushing him with his shield.

As he pulled out the axe from the falling gunman, he struck the shieldman’s head with the remaining spinning axe.

Bam!

“Cheol-ho! Hyung-sik!”

The urgent voices of the looters are heard.

I quietly hid in the darkness and waited for my next victim.

Manager Hong was no ordinary person.

“Young-sik. Calm down! If you go in, you’ll die.”

Calm down an excited colleague.

“Cheol-ho is dead!”

“You have tear gas canisters? Put those in. I want the raccoon pup not to go into the hole himself, but to come out.”

While immediately suggesting a suitable alternative.

A faint smile appeared on my lips.

As expected, Manager Hong is no ordinary person.

I responded by closing the heavy door of the bunker,

“The door is closed!”

“Ignore it. There will be a vent.”

Manager Hong also responded immediately.

“There’s only one entrance. I know because I did the construction. You can tell just by looking at the drawings. The other places are all blocked with concrete. Find the ventilation hole. Let’s see how the gas comes out when we let it out.”

It’s literally a general and a fool.

I never thought I’d get into a fight like this with a mere looter.

But there is one thing he doesn’t know.

After Chief Hong and his party completed the bunker and left, I used the knowledge I learned from them to expand my bunker.

One of them is the emergency exit I created by tearing down a wall.

Chief Hong probably doesn’t even dream of this fact.

Because he is an incompetent carpenter.

He would never have guessed that I would have become a better carpenter.

I leisurely escaped to the second bunker, carrying a gun, and looked toward the main bunker.

Looters were seen wandering around, searching for ventilation shafts.

bang!

A gunshot rang out and a man fell to the ground.

bang!

He knocked down the second one without giving it a chance.

The only one left is Manager Hong.

Unarmed, he raised his hands in surrender.

He approached him with his gun pointed at him and asked.

“How many people turned?”

At this, Manager Hong smiled bitterly and shook his shoulder lightly.

“This is my first time.”

He roughly put the gun to my forehead.

Manager Hong answered with a distorted face.

“······four.”

“You’ve shaved a lot.”

He ordered them to load the body onto the truck that had arrived.

As the corpses were being loaded into the cargo hold, I discovered something familiar.

“······.”

It was a sheep doll made of wool felt.

The moment I saw it, I felt like something inside me was snapped.

“Where did you get this?”

“In another bunker.”

Chief Hong answered, breathing hard.

“What about the people inside?”

“One man.”

“You must have had a family?”

“······.”

“Did you kill them all?”

puck!

The head of the gun struck Chief Hong’s temple.

Chief Hong screamed in pain, but I soothed that pain with more pain.

After a couple of kicks to the stomach, he quickly fell to his knees and opened his mouth.

“Really! I was alone! Alone! Shit! I was alone! I didn’t even kill him. He was already dead when I got there!”

“Where?”

The distance was surprisingly close.

30 minutes by truck.

They entered the looted bunker, led by Chief Hong.

That’s correct.

think.

It’s the place that appeared in the video.

In the center of the bunker, which had already been completely gutted, was a workbench.

A man was lying face down, half-rotten, at a desk with a familiar, warm texture.

Blood splattered on the workshop suggested that he had committed suicide.

I looked around.

It was a very narrow bunker.

Living alone is also difficult.

“Hey, you’re letting me go now? You kept your promise, right?”

I added one more body and returned home to check the footage.

Come to think of it, children’s voices have never appeared in his videos even once.

It was indeed so.

I noticed a comment I hadn’t seen before.

Defender: This guy’s video. Everything is good, but I never heard the kid’s voice once. The kid keeps digging, isn’t he already dead?

Why did I only discover this now?

Oh, I blocked you.