Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 6



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6. Guests

My bunker is a quiet and secluded place, but it’s not an uninhabited island, so there are things wandering around sometimes.

The first type is a scavenger.

Unlike looters, these are people who only target ownerless items, roaming the ruins and taking everything they can.

What appeared in my area was a group of twenty scavengers who had arrived on a green bus.

They focused their search on the air force base, but some of them wandered towards my hideout.

The scavengers took a quick look at the piled industrial waste in my area, then turned and turned angrily at each other and headed back toward the air force base.

The second type is the nomad.

Unlike scavengers, these people are leaving Seoul to find a new home and are more interested in real estate than in objects.

It was rare for a group of vagrants to come around my bunker.

Because no one would want to live in an ugly land like a desolate tomb complex.

Sometimes, non-human things come to visit.

It’s a mutation.

Animals infected with the mutation agent retain their pre-infection habits and behavior, and the one that came into my territory was a mutant dog.

They came in a group, fearing that the original version would be a dog.

Each mutation dog is as big as a lion.

He is not an easy opponent.

A jaw force that can crush concrete walls, agility that can chase a moving car, and toughness that can’t be killed even with multiple rifle bullets.

There’s always a leader in a pack of dogs, and the ones that came to our house had a leader too.

It was a mutation dog with golden fur called Gold.

He was a very cunning and cruel man, and was such a headache that the city of Seoul put a bounty on him, but no one was able to hunt him down.

Of course, I have no intention of hunting the guy.

It’s risky, but it’s practically the honor guard of our house, so why bother?

While they were hanging around my bunker, I hid in it and waited for them to pass.

Mutations don’t only bring advantages.

Mutated dogs have a significantly reduced sense of smell compared to before the mutation.

They followed the faint scent of people and life, but they couldn’t find me.

I survived the immediate crisis without incident, but they dumped a lot of shit and urine into my bunker, and while they were over my head, I had the horrible experience of having to eat only purified water and biscuits for three days straight.

Sometimes, zombie hordes would come too.

Zombies are mutated human corpses that behave as everyone imagines.

I’m talking about the type of people who are unintelligent, flock together, and make new friends as they please.

While mutant dogs have a reduced sense of smell compared to before they mutated, humans have a more sensitive sense of smell when they become zombies.

They must have come flocking here because they smelled the beautiful food I was making.

But what can I do?

The entrance to my bunker is hidden and protected with reinforced alloy.

They would hang around the stinking vents until they found another food source and then moved to a nearby city.

Judging by the gunfire that rang out throughout the night, they must have entered a village controlled by a crazy sniper living downstairs.

The above cases are rare, and most people spend their days quietly and leisurely.

He would always keep his radio and walkie-talkie on, sunbathe, grill barbecues, and occasionally brave a nearby stream with his pants down to catch bullfrogs and piranhas.

In the North, there was news of war every day against monsters and mutations coming from the destroyed North Korea, and in the South, there was news of the local governments losing government support and fighting with only meager finances and resources, but to me, it sounded like a story from another world.

It’s so peaceful and beautiful.

After hanging the laundry out under the blazing sun and disinfecting it with sunlight, I lay down on the floor for a while and stared at the sky.

If I lie down on the dirt floor with my arms as a pillow and watch the clouds passing by, I feel like a fairy.

I think we enjoyed this kind of peace for about a year and a half after the war broke out.

But there is nothing eternal in this world.

Around the time when the azaleas were in bloom in late spring, drones began to appear in the sky one by one.

These guys are called quarter drones because they have four wings, and this drone is the answer to why I don’t use the common and convenient solar power.

No matter how well you build a hideout, if you put up solar panels that are clearly visible, it’s just advertising that you’re here and want to kill me and rob me.

In fact, one community user I know was a die-hard solar fanatic.

Sunpower: Solar power is convenient, efficient, and cheap, so why don’t you use it? (I’m asking because I really don’t know)

Perhaps the guy knew the answer to that question when the looters stormed the bunker.

There are two main types of people who fly drones in the wilderness rather than the front line.

One is a government agency that searches for mutations, monsters, and criminals.

The other is the predators who search for food.

As we watched the cheerful friends of Viva! Apocalypse! disappear one by one, we were able to solidify our self-objectification.

It’s true that we’re better prepared than others, but in the eyes of others, we look like treasure goblins, nothing more, nothing less.

Naturally, large-scale group survivalists gained ground in the community.

Anonymous 424: You can survive as an individual or as a family unit, but only for a short time. In order to survive long term, you have to form a group.

Dies_irae69: We’ve increased our fighter force to fifteen. It’s a bit too much for my reserves, but otherwise we can’t hold out.

I don’t agree with their thinking.

I guess I can stop it once or twice.

But the other person is also human.

That too, hungry and jealous.

Most likely, they will return with a bigger and stronger herd.

We have food, clothing, and everything convenient for living, so how can we just leave it alone?

The most important thing is to be invisible.

Even the human hunter who was recently unblocked committed murder with a certain rationality.

Because the dead don’t speak.

Anyway, it is clear that there is a threat to my territory.

I sealed off my favorite sunbathing, sun disinfection, and outdoor cooking and observed the situation from inside the bunker.

There are definitely drones flying around my area.

Reconnaissance was conducted throughout the week, mainly between noon and 1 p.m., with occasional drone flights at sunset.

The drone came from the north-northwest and disappeared due north, suggesting the drone operator was traveling over a wide area in a vehicle.

However, there were no night flights.

The drone’s performance, especially its camera, is not suitable for shooting in the dark, and there is a risk of losing it, so it seems they are trying to minimize the risk.

He also liked doing gymnastics on moonlit nights, so he was forbidden from going out during the day and only came out at night to get some fresh air and spend each day peacefully.

Then one day it happened.

A popular post appeared in the community.

Dongtanmom: It was fun.

I clicked on it.

I saw something floating in the sky and I wondered what it was, and it was a drone.

I only saw it once, and unfortunately it was a looter’s.

I don’t have time to write a long post, and they’re welding my door.

Thank you all for posting great articles. I had a great time thanks to you all.

P.S. If you hear a loud explosion from Dongtan, know that it’s mine. It’s the firepower of 10 tons of TNT.

Not long after I read that text, a dull thud was heard in the distance, followed by a faint vibration.

That was the last letter he wrote.

Many users were worried about him and asked about his well-being, but he never responded.

Only one self-proclaimed psychopathic human hunter left a sarcastic comment.

Defender: You want me to believe a post without any verification? You’re using a welder to open a door, but you have time to type on the keyboard and take pictures? What about the nickname? Dongtan Mom? You’re obviously an aggro seed, right?

*

It was two days later that the wrecked truck was discovered.

There were about ten people in the truck, half of whom were lying in the cargo bed with serious injuries, groaning, while the rest, with groggy faces, were barely crawling behind the truck.

It wasn’t difficult to recognize them.

He is a plunderer.

Killing other people and stealing their things to survive.

I thought about Dongtan Mom’s last post that I saw yesterday.

Could these guys be the ones who attacked Dongtan Mom?

I felt a gentle desire to kill rising inside me.

Surely that would be easy prey.

There are enough reasons to kill.

But I didn’t touch it.

Because this is my territory.

If you want to declare an area as your territory, you must know everything about it.

I know.

The path they are walking is the hunting ground of a pack of mutation dogs called ‘Gold’.

Injured humans who walk slowly are perfect prey for mutation dogs.

Soon, the gold herds that had been wandering south, smelling the scent of blood, began to reveal their terrifying appearances one by one.

True to their name, Gold is a majestic yet hideous mutation dog with golden fur, announcing their arrival with a ferocious roar that sounds like a mix of wolf and bear.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Mom, it’s a monster!”

The end of the plunderer, who couldn’t even tell the difference between mutations and monsters, was obvious.

Tata Tang!

As the looters fired their guns, the bull-sized ferocious dogs dodged the bullets or rushed forward, taking the bullets with their muscular bodies, leaving humans as mere prey to the ferocious dogs.

There were miserable screams and the sound of bones being crunched, but even that soon died down.

The moment a group of raiders are annihilated.

I wonder if Dongtan Mom’s ghost is seeing this.

What kind of face would it make if you were looking at it?

Maybe it’s a brightly smiling face?

But. the human world.

It’s not that easy.

*

Dongtanmom: Cuckoo!

Dongtan Mom was alive!

The guy who just recently announced his imminent demise in a grave tone is alive and well and is making a fuss!

Users who were worried about him started posting comments one after another.

Anonymous848: No, what? Was it fishing?

Kyle_Dos: Wow, this is where you start fishing. Are you a human?

Anonymous458: This isn’t even a market place. How can you do something like this? Apologize to everyone before blocking.

SKELTON: This really pisses me off.

Dongtan Mom posted an apology in response to the users’ explosive anger.

Dongtanmom: I’m sorry. I had a depression attack and ended up writing something that was not true without realizing it~

Dongtan Mom continued to fish habitually after that, but he said that the reason he, a shepherd boy himself, had not done it until now was because he did not know how to set up a satellite antenna.

But everything has an end.

Dongtanmom: This time, it’s not a joke, it’s serious! It’s dangerous! This is actually not Dongtan, but Gwanggyo. There are about five people outside! Please, anyone nearby, please come and help! Please, make fireworks. Please!

This time I managed to upload a photo.

The first photo showed five people on a blurry closed-circuit TV screen, the second showed a bunker in shambles, with black smoke pouring from a duct leading to a ventilation shaft, and the third showed a mountain of boxes marked TNT.

That is Dongtan Mom’s last post.

But isn’t this also a lie on his part?

Most users, including me, thought that Dongtan Mom had once again thrown a fit of lying.

It couldn’t be helped because it’s so obvious that TNT is written in meteorite on the ramen box.

The truth remains to be seen.

Because our wise manhunter left a word.

Defender: There was a huge explosion in the Gwanggyo area. It had the firepower of 10 tons of TNT. Did Dongtan Mom finally put that rascal to shame?

By the way, this guy, the human hunter, lived around Gwanggyo.

You shouldn’t come near it.