Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 85



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46. ​​Messiah (3)

Unlike Seoul, which had fairly good evacuation facilities and plans in place, it seems that the provinces were unable to properly implement evacuation plans due to a lack of manpower and financial resources.

Among those countless cities, there was one city that was particularly unlucky.

Around the time the war broke out, a small species of beast invaded somewhere in the city and killed some unlucky people.

Coincidentally, the monster was a necromancer type that turned dead people into zombies.

As nuclear bombs, chemical bombs, and all sorts of weapons of mass destruction fell on Korea from all sides, the city was quietly transformed into a city of the dead.

I am Jesus lived on the outskirts of that dead city.

The City of the Dead, once known by another name but now called Jepoongho City.

Woof woof woof—

Even on the outskirts of the city, the zombies’ chorus can be heard.

It is not known why zombies howl like wolves.

Scientists speculate that perhaps the degenerated brain accidentally moves its vocal cords and produces primitive sounds, but I’m not sure.

From what I’ve seen, zombies aren’t much different from beasts, but they seem to have at least a small fragment of memories from when they were alive.

Brrrrrr

I turned off the motorcycle.

Regardless of Baek Seung-hyun’s humanity, his gift was extremely useful.

It eats up any kind of oil, is good at driving on rough terrain, and is very powerful. To be honest, I was a little envious of Baek Seung-hyun when he drove it.

Tuktuk

After lightly patting “White Beauty,” which was now my beloved horse, I reconfirmed the address.

Somewhere in the suburban outskirts, among the jumble of cafes and warehouses, small factories and farms, one-room apartment buildings and tire shops, lies I.M.Jesus’ bunker.

I see a few zombies wandering around.

Cheeeeeeek-

I sprayed myself with what is called “zombie spray.”

It has a mint-like scent, and it is said that this is a scent that zombies subconsciously avoid.

Although the actual effect is minimal, the human mind tends to be hopeful for even a slight possibility.

What I trust more than zombie spray is a heavy two-handed hammer.

Surprisingly, axes aren’t very effective against zombies.

It can split skulls in one go, but it is still a blade, so after splitting several skulls, the blade will eventually become dull, and the firing range itself cannot be said to be very long.

On the other hand, there is no need to worry about the hammer blade becoming dull, and it can kill zombies almost infinitely as long as you can strike first.

How to use: Go behind the zombie that is standing there blankly,

puck!

It’s hitting the back of the head with all your might.

Zombies are ultimately dead humans who have been forcibly brought back to life by mutation factors.

Because we need a brain and nerves that control human activities to be able to move.

The guy who had just been hit also convulsed several times and then stopped moving.

She looked like a young woman dressed nicely, but did she get into trouble while on a date?

Thinking about what the deceased looked like while alive isn’t a very good attitude when dealing with zombies, so I quickly erased the zombie’s impression from my mind and looked for my next target.

puck!

Second one.

puck!

Three.

One by one, we laid them to rest and arrived at the bunker where I am Jesus was.

It was inside an empty lot surrounded by a wall.

On the right was a one-story chicken restaurant, and on the left was a two-story adult goods store.

Beyond the collapsed wall, there were layers of building materials such as pipes and rebar, either because they were intended for construction or because they had been left there by unscrupulous builders.

I checked beyond the wall.

There is no one there, but there is a short stake-like thing sticking out, marked in red.

It appears to be a ventilation shaft in a factory bunker.

It’s not just the vents.

Pipes and wires of unknown purpose are dug straight into the ground.

To my eyes, that sight seemed to be a cry announcing, “There’s a bunker here!”

If this wasn’t a zombie zone, IamJesus might have already died.

It was when I was trying to climb over the wall and enter the empty lot.

“Krrrrrr!”

Two figures swept over me from the square.

It’s a zombie.

It was hiding in a corner without making a sound, and as soon as it discovered me, it tried to attack me.

It’s a sharp attack.

however.

Scratch! Scratch!

I’ve experienced this situation dozens of times.

Before the zombies with axes embedded in their heads fell, the two-handed hammers that had been dropped first fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Zombie confirmed.

One man in a suit, one woman in a flowing, designer dress.

He pulled out the axes from the zombies’ heads and wiped the brains off their clothes, listening intently.

Woof woof woof—

A chorus of zombies can be heard from afar, but they don’t seem to respond to the sound.

But I waited without moving, watching for a reaction, because those nearby might hear and be interested.

A few of them jumped out into the street, wriggling, but they didn’t seem to be very interested and soon staggered away across the street.

I took a deep breath and walked towards the bunker entrance.

I see a plank.

That’s the entrance to the bunker where I.M.Jesus lives.

The dirt and dust of the years were piled high on the planks.

A visual that looks like it hasn’t been seen in at least several years.

Surely you haven’t been out of the bunker even once in all this time?

Feeling a brief doubt, I lifted the plank and a hatch-shaped iron doorway came into view.

He knocked on the entrance with the handle of a crowbar.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock

Knock to the rhythm of 2, 3, 4.

This is a password that I and I.M.Jesus agreed upon in advance.

I held my breath and waited for an answer.

“S, Skeleton?”

Soon his response was heard.

The voice was excessively thin and weak.

“Yes.”

Crash

The lock was opened.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have the strength to open the door.”

I opened the heavy hatch myself.

You can see a ladder leading down.

I descended the ladder, unloading my pistol and keeping it in my inner pocket, within arm’s reach, ready to fire at any moment, just in case.

But a crisis more sudden than any threat befell me.

“······!!”

It stinks

There is an indescribable stench inside.

It doesn’t smell like a corpse.

It’s the smell of the living.

This is the worst stench a living human being can produce.

Chiik-

The smell was so overwhelming I had to spray zombie spray into my nose.

At the top of the ladder, a man was standing awkwardly, holding a cell phone as a light.

It wasn’t hard to recognize that he was I AM JESUS.

A soft light comes from the eyes.

He saw the truth, but it was a gloomy, grayish-white light, similar to the monster’s color.

It is undeniable evidence of high-level awakening.

I let out a sigh of relief, came down the ladder, and stood in front of it.

“omg!”

In the darkness below the ladder, a skinny, zombie-like monster with a beard and tangled hair was looking at me with his sullen eyes.

however,

“Uh, uh, uh······!!”

He is afraid of me.

“Eeeeeee······!!”

I also feel an uncontrollable fear.

What are you afraid of?

Well, it’s been a long time since a strong man like me became synonymous with fear.

If you haven’t seen a guy like me for a long time, it’s only natural to feel afraid.

I prepared a few desperate words to calm this guy down.

“Mmmmm.”

A hasty smile is a no-no.

With a serious face, he spoke his secret to us two in a tone more reverent than any sacred text.

“?!”

The shaking of IAMJESUS’s sharp eyes stopped.

“Mmmmmmm.”

“Hmm, hmm?”

“Mmm~.”

I am Jesus sighed in relief and slumped his shoulders.

I am Jesus in real form.

But he didn’t open his mouth first.

Let the one who is afraid speak first.

It is part of a manual for civilians that has been taught and implemented since the Chinese era.

“S, s, skeleton. It’s a skeleton, right?”

“I am Jesus,” he said with difficulty, his voice hoarse and his pronunciation slurred, as if the wind was leaking from his lungs.

He nodded and answered slowly.

“I am Jesus?”

I am Jesus nodded.

We finally met.

This friend.

However, when I saw I.M.Jesus with my own eyes, he looked young despite his wavy hair, beard, and skinny body that was almost bone-deep.

He wasn’t even in his mid-twenties.

It’s the beginning.

That IAMJESUS ​​looked at me and asked me as if he was questioning me.

“Why do you look so normal?”

“What does that mean?”

“No, you weren’t in a similar department to me? That’s why I called you!”

I didn’t know what to say to him as he suddenly became angry.

“······.”

If you keep quiet,

“Do you have anything to eat?”

I am Jesus asks with drool dripping from his mouth.

He smiled broadly and showed me the food he had brought.

Cup ramen, 3-minute meatballs, and hot water in a thermos.

*

Crunch! Crunch! Slurp!

Bringing hot water in a thermos was an excellent choice.

There didn’t seem to be any equipment in his house to boil water.

I saw the living room.

A microwave, a pile of trash, a faucet, a toilet with a shower curtain, and a sink.

I tried turning on the water.

Swaaaah-

Surprisingly, water came out.

I took a sniff.

There’s a faint rust smell, but it’s definitely the smell of tap water.

“How did you do it?”

“what?”

I.M.Jesus, who was eating cup ramen, raised his head and asked.

“I mean the capital.”

“The construction workers just connected it for us?”

“what?”

I looked toward the toilet.

It looked like the inside of the toilet hadn’t been cleaned in a long time, as it was covered in ugly stains that were the same color as poop, but it went down fine when I flushed it.

“And the sewer?”

“huh.”

“······.”

It seems that the ignorance and complacency of the businessperson contributed to saving this young friend.

Who in the world would have thought of connecting water and sewerage to a bunker?

It looks like it’s connected to electricity and even gas.

Literally, these contractors installed bunkers and connected various facilities with the intention of building a house.

Still, one question remains.

“Electricity?”

“Sunlight.”

“Solar power?”

“The building next door. It’s my dad’s too. On the rooftop.”

“ah.”

Well, we could turn to solar power here.

The best bodyguards are zombies.

By the way, the bunker is surprisingly spacious.

Looking closely, it appears that four of the same model were purchased and connected together.

Come to think of it, I think there were also multi-modular types among the factory-made bunkers on the market.

But that wide thing is of no use.

Except for the bunker where I.M.Jesus lived, the other three were filled with trash.

Could this be the cause of the indescribable stench?

Perhaps it had once been filled with food and supplies, but just as dung beetle larvae eat cow dung and fill the empty space with their own excrement, I.M.Jesus did the same thing, emptying and filling his bunker.

“You’ve never been out of here?”

I asked in shock at the mountain of trash I had only seen on the news.

“huh.”

I am Jesus answered in a dull voice.

He was patting his stomach, unable to finish even half of the 3-minute meatballs and cup ramen I brought him, despite being a short-mouthed man and having been hungry for a long time.

Next to it, hideous adult toys that you’d see on the Internet were strewn haphazardly on a dirty mattress.

I noticed a dirty stain around the mattress, but I told him about it, thinking it wasn’t worth it.

“Let’s go out.”

I will take him to my domain.

I’m not sure how to control this guy, but he deserves it.

I feel bad for the sniper mother and daughter, but if it’s this friend, I can put up with minor inconveniences.

I am that kind of person.

“where?”

I am Jesus asked, bewildered.

“Out. Let’s go to my house. It’s bigger and better than here. The air is clean and there are no zombies.”

“······.”

I am Jesus looked at me blankly.

The eyes that glowed softly in the darkness stared at me for a while.

“Can you move the computer and satellite equipment for me?”

“huh.”

“Game prayer?”

“of course.”

It might be impossible for a bicycle, but it’s possible for a motorcycle.

His console was a so-called “ROM pack” type console that you would have seen 30 years ago.

Play by inserting a game pack shaped like a box into the game console.

IamJesus had dozens of such classic games.

“You can’t take everything.”

“Oh, really?”

“Just pick about five.”

“Can I take six?”

“uh.”

That seemed to have satisfied I.M.Jesus’s curiosity.

There was one more left.

“······Father, church.”

I am Jesus said as he gathered up one of the adult toys and put it in his pocket.

“Dad, can you take me to church?”

What I felt at that moment was annoyance.

“Where?”

There was a bit of sharpness in my question.

But this guy flinched at that slight sharpness and avoided my gaze.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

This is difficult.

He is afraid of me.

I barely managed to get him to change his mind, but if he is wary and afraid of me, nothing will work out.

“Where are you? I’ll take you there if I can.”

I tried to speak as softly as I could.

Then, I am Jesus, who had been looking elsewhere, looked at me again with his shining eyes and opened his mouth with difficulty, wiggling his fingers here and there.

“downtown.”

“The city is full of zombies.”

“Oh, really? I guess so?”

A deep disappointment appears on his immature face.

For a moment I felt like I knew one axis of the madness that was eating away at him.

It seems he was curious about news of his family.

But I couldn’t go outside.

I don’t have the courage to open the hatch, let alone the courage to open it and fight through the zombies.

It was in this desperation to know news about his family and the helplessness of not being able to do anything that the monster of the bulletin board called I Am Jesus was born.

“where are you?”

I know it’s dangerous.

But it would be better to grant this friend’s little wish.

If only to fulfill my greatest wish.

“Where is it? Let’s take a look and then decide.”

Of course, if it’s dangerous, I plan to quit.

“Me, really?”

“If you can.”

What matters is sincerity.

It is a thousand times better to show with your own eyes why you can’t do something than to just say you can’t do it.

“Oh, I got it!”

I am Jesus showed a picture.

It was an excessively large and ornate church, almost like a palace.

It looks like a cross has been hung on the Abang Palace.

The moment I saw that splendid and magnificent church building, I remembered the news I had seen before the war.

It is a pseudo-church that was declared a heresy by the Presbyterian Church of Korea for talking about the second coming, rapture, and salvation.

I don’t know the exact circumstances, but even I, who don’t watch the news much, know that the cult leader committed unspeakable, ugly acts against his female followers.

The various sexual assaults committed by that cult leader were so outrageous that even I, who rarely watches the news, found out about them through various channels.

IamJesus pointed to a photo of a smiling cult leader.

“My dad.”

What was contained in those eyes that sparkled with wonder was a love and hate that could not be defined in a word.