Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 80



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Two years and seven months have passed since the war began.

Destruction had already reached our necks.

The lives of the refugees in Incheon that I saw firsthand were miserable.

Let’s just say I’m just alive.

They must continue to live a dependent life, completely dependent on a government whose representative they do not know, for food, clothing, shelter, and even their destiny.

It is said that recently, in cities, they are providing unidentified nutritional porridge instead of cockroach-colored nutritional bars.

They say it’s much better than a nutrition bar in terms of taste and nutrition.

The problem is the ingredients in the porridge, and it seems that people are making various guesses about what those ingredients are.

Mutation meat, human meat, zombie meat.

Whatever its identity, city dwellers have no choice but to rely on the nutritious porridge.

Because if you don’t eat that, you can’t survive.

The only hope that ordinary people can dream of is to survive by eating that unidentified food and boarding a ship heading to Jeju Island.

The situation is not so good for our bulletin board friends who are doomsday activists.

Anonymous 424: Food is running low. What should I do?

Doyourbest321: I’m in Busan. Is there anyone who would like to share some food with me? I’d like to exchange it for fuel.

RKKArA: I’m so hungry. When will the barley ripen?

Although they had been seen here and there before, as summer approached, friends whose food situation had become seriously dire began to appear one by one.

The average food reserve of our bulletin board users is about 3 years. Originally, it was 2 years, but John Nae-non argued that 3 years is safer, so the 3-year reserve theory became the mainstream, and most people followed public opinion and prepared more than 3 years.

But now it’s been almost three years.

Besides, food spoils and is consumed surprisingly quickly.

The story is that there could be a murderer among us.

The last time I saw Sea Monkey Papa, he was also out of food.

In addition to food, some people also suffer from external threats.

Users who had been hiding in the northern part of Seoul were swept away.

In the south, more sinister movements were stirring.

An unidentified cult appears to be spreading rapidly among the hungry.

The name of the religion is unknown, but judging by the crazy talk about seeking coexistence and harmony with monsters, it is definitely a religion of demons.

The fire that burned China has spread to this land.

These are difficult times for both the South and the North.

I, Park Gyu-do, am no exception.

I couldn’t stand living in that shitty neighborhood, so I came back to my beautiful home, but it’s not safe anymore.

We need to prepare for a fight.

Because you never know when the Legionnaires might storm in.

“I don’t think you need to worry that much.”

Defender had different thoughts from me.

“Seriously, are you really that high a value target? So much so that we need to break the ceasefire and send special forces into enemy territory to eliminate you?”

“That’s not it.”

As the Defender said, I am not a VIP.

I don’t know about Woo Min-hee, but sending elite troops into a dangerous place to catch a hunter who is no different from a mere soldier is an excessive investment.

If you think about what they would gain by killing me in return, the answer comes out.

Let’s make some assumptions.

The satisfaction of killing a snitch?

An example of a traitor?

Or is it just venting one’s anger?

No matter how I think about it, it has no nutritional value.

But people often do things that are not nutritious.

You have to be prepared.

Considering that even before the war, there were countless people who lived thoughtlessly.

But when it comes to actually preparing, everything feels daunting.

The opponent is the military.

How should we prepare for that army?

No matter how much I think about it, I can’t come to a conclusion on my own.

“Rebecca? Rebecca? I’m Skeleton. Hey, can I use the internet for a bit?”

That’s the community for that.

*

“No. Make it yours. Why do you keep trying to connect to mine?”

“Oh, a little.”

I have two friends who have Viva! Apocalypse! accounts.

The sniper mother and daughter and the defender.

By the way, Defender is a friend who goes by the name on the Korean bulletin board.

His every move is not a good thing for either him or me.

The Defender is already being targeted by someone stranger than himself.

Meanwhile, the sniper mother and daughter are free from domestic threats.

Because the place she is active is an English bulletin board and the account she uses belongs to a scholar who is already dead.

So I decided to borrow Rebecca’s account for a while.

“Just one hour?”

He began his activities under an assumed name, receiving Rebecca’s cold gaze directly at the back of his head.

COOKIEMONSTER18: (Urgent) I think I got targeted by a soldier. What should I do?

Please save my stage name.

While waiting for the replies, I looked around the mother and daughter’s hideout.

Ammunition and food were much less than when I first saw them.

As for ammunition, since we don’t shoot guns these days, we have some leftover stock, but the serious issue is food.

“Is this all?”

When I asked her about the few provisions, Rebecca sighed and nodded.

“huh.”

“I can’t wait until summer.”

“huh.”

“I guess I’ll share some of what’s mine.”

“Why don’t we just stick together, Skeleton?”

“what?”

“We’re making a team!”

Rebecca opened her mouth, glaring at me with a rare seriousness.

It was a light remark made in a light situation, but the weight of those words can never be said to be light.

It’s a story that involves not only his own fate but also that of his daughter.

Judging from the way Suu stood next to Rebecca and looked up at me, it seemed like we had been thinking about it together for quite some time.

Maybe I’ve been secretly waiting for an opportunity to say this.

I know that too.

That they are difficult.

In fact, I have thought about accepting them into my domain.

It’s not easy.

Even couples who love each other and get married fight constantly, so living with neighbors who are each armed with guns can lead to countless misunderstandings and fights.

Perhaps the fight will end in the death of one or both parties.

As I was keeping my mouth shut and thinking, Suu came up to me.

She stood proudly holding the same US Army rifle as her mother.

“Skeleton. Our guns can shoot.”

I stared at Suu quietly.

I’ve grown a lot.

When I first saw him, he was just a little bigger than my waist, but now he’s almost as tall as my shoulders.

At that age, it seems like children grow up very quickly no matter what they eat.

Maybe it’s because I take after my mother.

Because Rebecca is as tall as me, at 181cm.

Maybe it will become bigger than me.

But he still looked down at the guy who was smaller than him and told him the reality.

“······That’s right.”

I briefly explained my current situation.

The fact that I am now targeted by soldiers and that the soldiers know my location.

“Because of that battle before?”

Rebecca looked at me and asked.

“Yeah. It couldn’t be helped.”

Even though my situation was precarious, I have no regrets about the decision I made at the time.

At least there is hope for me.

Because it was such a heavy topic, the atmosphere became heavy.

The sniper mother and daughter also became speechless.

I apologized and checked my laptop.

There were several comments.

Anonymous848: If you get caught by a soldier, won’t you die?

Anonymous1011: I have to run away. What can I do?

Defender: It depends on what kind of soldier you are.

ㅇㅇ: If you get caught by the legion wave, repeat that you are dead.

Roka_hun: Even a group of deserters is a group in its own right.

Dies_irae69: If you choose group survivalism, you can easily push away small forces. If you arm the enemy to the point where they feel like they’re screwed, they won’t be able to attack you recklessly.

…

…

“hmm.”

The opinions are generally negative.

Well, I guess I can’t do anything about it since I don’t have an answer myself, so I guess we’re just friends on the bulletin board.

But then Rebecca suddenly tells me to get out of the way.

“what.”

“Get out of the way. I know how.”

He gave up his seat with a sheepish expression.

Tata tata tata tak—

Rebecca entered the English bulletin board with a possessed keyboard typing sound.

She searched with the skill of a much more experienced assistant than I, and showed me a long text full of dense, brick-like English.

“this.”

“I can interpret it, but it’s a bit slow.”

“Take a look. I’ll translate it for you.”

Rebecca pressed the auto-translate function and gestured to Sue.

Suu copied the automatically translated sentences into a notepad and, although not as fast as her mother, she corrected any awkward or strange sentences with her quick hands.

Still, I often looked up a dictionary to see if there were any words I didn’t know.

After a while, Suu proudly showed me the problematic text that he had personally corrected.

“Look at this. Skeleton.”

Callum: How we responded when our bunker was raided by a large group of looters

I’m attracted just by the title.

Isn’t this completely my story?

It turns out that it was a famous article that was even posted as a popular article on an English bulletin board.

Suddenly, I thought of Jonnaenon.

If there were any talented people like John Naenon left, they would have provided information through translation on our bulletin board as well.

Now, I read the problematic article carefully, feeling the void left by the great user who has become the light.

-My bunker is pretty big. I have three crew members, heavy equipment, and an experienced carpenter. It’s me.

When their scouts found my bunker, my comrades and I managed to kill them all, but then they called for reinforcements.

They are a quasi-military group with about 300 members, so they are practically no different from the military.

The equipment is good. We have a drone as standard and even a helicopter.

If they decide to kill us, we must die without fail.

But the chances of us leaving here and living there are slim.

The three of us, who are doomsday activists, invested almost everything we had into building this bunker.

So what did we do?

I hid the bunker.

“hmm······.”

It’s a pretty good idea.

Hiding the bunker again after it was already discovered.

It’s an unexpected idea.

The rest of this article is about how to hide a bunker.

They said they did some construction.

To the point where they can completely change the terrain with the heavy equipment they have.

Of course, there are many conditions attached.

The other party must have some vague idea of ​​our location, they cannot be sure whether we will be in the area or not, and they must have the luxury of time to do the construction.

This is not something that an average person can follow.

The American who wrote this article is a survivalist, and the size of the bunker he revealed little by little was just as large and well-equipped as mine.

“How about it? Skeleton?”

Rebecca asks, studying my expression.

He nodded and gave a thumbs up.

“It’s okay. I think it’s really okay.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the true power of the community.

However, it seems difficult for me to directly apply the user’s method called that column.

The United States is so vast that even if you have information, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. But I have specific information that my bunker is located at the bottom of a hill between a US military base and a golf course.

Kim Da-ram, who remembers my location exactly, goes without saying.

Therefore, it cannot be completely hidden.

But we have to think about it.

Because my bunker and I are now inseparable.

“I think I should go now.”

“Huh? Skeleton. There’s one more comment!”

Suu smiled brightly and pointed to the laptop.

“Could this be a surprising opinion?”

But before I could even get close to the laptop, Suu’s face turned ashen.

“What······.”

The reason was obvious.

dongtanmom: Yum yum… I lost it yum yum…

“What the hell?!”

I lost my temper without realizing it.

Suu and Rebecca looked at me at the same time, surprised.

“Skeleton······?”

It seemed like he was even more surprised when a guy who usually doesn’t get angry got angry.

I immediately asked for your understanding.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. But this kid is really a bad guy.”

“I think so. Why is he like that? That person? Why is he using the expression “eating something” in writing?”

“It’s a kind of mental illness.”

I left after thanking Rebecca and her daughter once again.

Rebecca said as she headed down the building.

“If you need anyone, call us. We’ll help you too.”

“Uh. If you think it’s necessary.”

I climbed onto Baek Seung-hyun’s motorcycle and stared at the dashboard.

“Your master. Why on earth do you live like that?”

There’s no way a machine will answer.

Still, the motorcycle itself is a very convenient and good means of transportation.

Unlike a bicycle, it can reach speeds of up to 180 km/h in an emergency, so unlike a bicycle where you are finished if you get caught, it is also effective against humans.

Unless it’s a guided weapon like a Javelin, hitting a moving object over 100km away with a bullet is a matter of luck.

As Baek Seung-hyun said, it was written with sincerity and well organized.

He was a person I didn’t get along with in many ways, and he was a guy I didn’t like, but at least this motorcycle seemed like a device that showed off one of his few good points.

After arriving at my territory in one breath on my motorcycle, I took a walk around my bunker with my pack on my back.

“hmm······.”

How to modify it.

First of all, the entrance has to be changed, right?

No, maybe just leaving it alone would be a good idea.

However, thinking about it alone does not necessarily lead to the best solution.

I have another friend.

“hey.”

It’s a defender.

“Is it a skeleton?”

“Can I use the summons right now?”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s not a battle, I just need to discuss something.”

“What? Consultation? Leave the summons in.”

“Bring your younger sibling too.”

“suddenly?”

“hmm?”

“Are you really trying to become my master? Something so worthless.”

“Oh, no. That’s not it. I think it would be better if there was at least one more person.”

“Okay. Just wait a minute.”

I think the bulletin board is named after the Defender, but there are signs before he arrives.

This is a drone piloted by my younger brother.

The drone circles the area and scouts the surrounding area.

If there are no problems, the siblings will come together, and the younger sibling will most likely come riding a kickboard.

It’s not a good road for riding a kickboard, so he has to get off the kickboard and push it half the time, but he seems to really enjoy it because I can see him pushing it anyway.

“Hello, Skeleton.”

Da-jeong waved her hand, taking off her goggles even though she was just riding a kickboard.

“okay.”

After exchanging greetings with Dajeong, I started talking to Defender right away.

“Skeleton. What’s the matter? I need to consult you.”

“That’s right.”

I also shared my concerns with Defender.

Also, a way to resolve that concern.

“You’re hiding the bunker?”

“Wouldn’t someone who has been on the battlefield see something?”

“Okay. Let’s go and see.”

Defender inspected my territory like a division commander with his younger brother.

A moment later he stood in front of the main bunker, arms folded, and spoke.

“It’s perfect in itself, but once the location of the bunker is discovered, its advantages are completely gone?”

“I guess so?”

I also thought about it vaguely.

I wonder if my attempts to hide the bunker were in fact in vain.

“Wouldn’t it be better to just move? Or come to my house.”

“That, that.”

“Your junior knows about this person here? Then you should leave immediately.”

“Oh, that’s true.”

No, the Defender guy.

Is it because we’re internet friends?

You’re not telling me a word I want to hear.

That’s just this guy’s personality though.

“How about just building a new one?”

The defender’s younger brother said with an innocent face while chewing on the goral jerky.

“what.”

That’s nonsense.

No, wait a minute.

“······.”

Something occurred to me.

A way to hide my bunker from the clutches of the Legion Faction and Kim Da-ram.