Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 87



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46. ​​Messiah (5)

Although they are now considered to be byproducts of the cracks, those that were called monsters right after the cracks opened were quite different from how they are now.

The first alien species to be called a monster was a creature that looked like a mouse-like creature enlarged to the size of a human.

Although it showed no hostility towards humans, it had a habit of gnawing on everything around it and its appearance was so hideous that people soon began calling it a monster.

The fighting power was poor.

Although it had a shell, its hardness was as high as that of a tree, and its movements were slow. Above all, the very concept of resistance was not built into its brain, so it was possible to beat an adult male to death with a club.

There were other types, but no threats to humanity were reported.

They were no different from the exotic creatures that Europeans had discovered in Africa or Asia.

The monsters that decorated the early stages of the crack opening were those that are now classified as indigenous species and not considered monsters.

It was after this that the monsters we know began to appear.

Back when humans were sending expeditions to the other world to “pioneer” beyond the rift and planting flags all over the other world, when the atmosphere beyond the rift was surprisingly similar to Earth and the land was infinite, so it was called a blessing and opportunity for humanity, and above all, when it was certain that the other world itself could not pose any threat to humans.

They appeared.

There is some debate as to what the first aggressive alien race was, but no one denies that there were necromancer types among that first group.

The fact that zombies appeared during the first attack is also depicted with chilling accuracy in the remaining video footage from that time.

The scene where the reporter is eaten by zombies in front of the camera was a declaration that the crack was not a blessing or an opportunity, but the entrance to the apocalypse.

The Necromancer type can create aggressive mutations out of human corpses and move them around like pawns.

It is a unique power of the necromancer type.

But that theory seems to have been abandoned as of today.

“Look at this.”

IamJesus pointed at the zombie standing there blankly.

“It’s nothing?”

Even though there was a living human right next to it, the zombie didn’t move, let alone flinch.

If that were the case, opponents might be able to refute my argument with all sorts of reasons and logic.

There are claims that there is something wrong with the zombies themselves, or that just as monsters don’t recognize Awaken as enemies, zombies will do the same.

But that argument is completely dispelled by a subsequent gesture.

“Sister. Follow me.”

As IAMJESUS ​​gestured, the zombies came towards him.

That’s right.

Humans are controlling the zombies.

“Zombie, they call it zombie, but I think differently.”

IamJesus opened his mouth, glancing sideways at the zombie standing quietly next to him.

“I feel alive. I don’t know why, but my heart is telling me so.”

He reached out towards the zombie’s face.

The original was beautiful, but the face, withered and twisted, grayish white, was objectively the face of a creepy zombie, but I.M.Jesus paid it no mind and stroked the face.

“······I’m alive. Sister.”

I feel sorry for him, but at some point I was holding the axe handle and I never once relaxed my grip.

Even now, I imagine that zombie attacking him, and I keep my body loose so that I can move at any time.

“Can’t I take my sister with me?”

For a moment I doubted my ears.

“?”

You live with zombies?

What kind of crazy person would come up with such an idea?

Oh, I heard there’s a crazy guy like that on Palenet.

The story of a gloomy man who, although not as well prepared as our doomsdayers, was lucky enough to have found a suitable shelter, who discovered that the idol singer he once loved had turned into a zombie and brought it into his room.

The ending of the story is the birth of a zombie couple.

To expand on that story a bit, it’s a story of reconciliation, of a reclusive loner, not much different from I.M.Jesus, who stays at home, coming out of the house and mixing with the many people he feared, becoming one.

“Do you want to be a zombie too?”

“Are you scared, sister?”

“Oh. It’s a zombie.”

“No, I said I can control it well.”

I am Jesus was stubborn.

It was absurd, but his words were not entirely unconvincing, so I looked around to find something to refute.

I looked around.

There are still a lot of zombies.

Those who had fallen asleep while standing were staggering around the street as usual, taking over various places, but some of them turned their heads towards us and stared blankly in this direction with pupils that were as gray as their skin color.

“······.”

I don’t feel good.

He looked straight at IAMJESUS ​​and said, feeling his blood run cold.

“Let’s say this zombie is a person, as you said. But, this zombie. Can it talk?”

“word?”

“What are you going to do by bringing someone who can’t even communicate?”

“I can understand you even without saying a word. That’s how we are.”

I glared at him as he spoke his ideals innocently.

“You’re not going to use this zombie like some kind of adult toy in your room, are you?”

“No, that’s not it!”

I am Jesus’ eyes shook violently.

“Plastic! Plastic love. Me and my sister.”

“plutonium?”

“That, that’s right! Plutonium Love! Huh? Wait, that doesn’t seem to be the case? Did I say that correctly?”

“······Placebo?”

“That’s not it! Anyway! It’s pure love. I would never do something like that. With you······.”

I don’t think he’s joking.

When I see this friend’s face, which is extremely pale, turn red like a carrot.

“Let’s get out of here for now.”

“Oh, yeah!”

And so the bizarre combination of human and motorcycle, madman and zombie was created.

Bam!

Nothing has changed.

I’m blazing a trail and pulling a motorcycle.

There’s just one more zombie added to the party.

After a while, I returned to the flower shop again.

I am Jesus talking to the zombie.

“Sister. Do you remember this store? You opened it after you quit school, right?”

IamJesus tried to speak emotionally to the zombie, but the zombie just stared into space with its dull, gray-white eyes.

We passed the flower shop and went back the way we had come.

IamJesus would often talk to the zombie whenever a store caught his eye or whenever something from the past came to mind.

“Sister. Wasn’t the bread here delicious? Do you remember the red bean bread you bought for me? It was the cheapest red bean bread, but it was more delicious than any bread I’ve ever had.”

“Why didn’t we come out that day? You said you wanted to drive a Bentley? I secretly took my dad’s car out, but my sister didn’t read the text, so I drove alone at night······.”

“Why are you so slow at reading my messages? You always reply a day later. Well, that’s typical of you.”

Listening to the mumbling, it seemed like they weren’t in a proper relationship.

Maybe this girl didn’t like this guy.

Even in empty words, I am Jesus is not a likeable face.

“Sister······.”

I am Jesus’ footsteps stopped.

“Please speak······.”

I looked back.

“under.”

I let out a sigh without realizing it.

I’m crying.

That foolish human is crying and snotting in the middle of zombies.

Maybe this guy knew too.

That this woman doesn’t like him.

Perhaps this friend’s call of his love as plastic love is not a result of delusion or ignorance, but rather a reflection of an unconscious reality.

In the sense that it is a cheap love that is practically not recyclable.

By the way, I think it’s time to end this strange adventure.

“Ughhhhhhh······.”

A zombie noticed us.

The bastard is about to open his mouth.

bang!

The rifle fired.

The bullet pierced the zombie’s head exactly.

I think it was called the 3-room rule.

I don’t want to believe it, but for now, all I can do is pray that that ridiculous theory is true.

There was no choice.

Because if it opens its mouth wide and screams to call its comrades, thousands of zombies will surround us.

“Aren’t you going?”

As expected, a nonsensical theory is still a nonsensical theory.

Not only are the zombies standing around awkwardly looking around, but the zombies hiding in the ruins are also starting to crawl out upon hearing gunshots.

The streets where you could see one or two zombies wandering around here and there were soon filled with dozens of zombies scurrying about.

“Hey! Are you listening to me?”

He looked at the zombies and asked them strongly.

But IAMJESUS ​​wouldn’t listen to me.

He was staring intently at the unresponsive zombie that had made him cry.

I was about to say something, but then I closed my mouth.

I had no choice but to keep quiet.

thud!

A powerful shock wave erupted from near his heart.

At the same time, his eyes are emitting a brighter light than ever.

Something is about to happen.

Something I don’t know, something I can’t anticipate.

“Eeeeeeeeeee!!”

But the zombies don’t wait.

They found us.

Dozens of them began to advance toward us, waving their arms simultaneously.

He aimed the gun and then put it down.

Guns are meaningless now.

Instead, he got on his motorcycle and started it up.

“I am Jesus!”

I couldn’t wait any longer so I grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

thud!

The shock wave struck again.

This wave is stronger than before.

So intense that my entire body shook.

I felt the shock wave was strong at close range, but I didn’t know it would be this strong.

But I don’t hate the shock.

This shockwave is the symbol of power that represents Awaken.

It is said that those who stand next to that pulsating power gain similar strength.

Like Woo Min-hee and Gong Kyung-min.

That’s why I’m here now.

I came all the way here and stood in front of the zombies, trying to pick up a piece of the power that was shed by a guy ten years younger than me.

But I was not the beneficiary of that miracle.

“Ugh······.”

My gaze was fixed like an arrow on one area.

“Ugh, ugh······,”

The zombie opens its mouth and makes a strange noise.

This is no ordinary scream.

The open mouth, the dangerous glow of the gray-white tongue trying to roll.

That’s right.

The zombie is trying to speak.

“······Do, Dongpil.”

The dead man spoke.

“Is it Dongpil······?”

It also recognized the one who had awakened it and called his name precisely.

The moment I saw that sight, I muttered without realizing it.

“······crazy.”

No one will believe you.

Who would believe this crazy sight?

Even if I were a professor in my prime, something happened right before my eyes that would have made me look like a crazy person.

“My sister said!”

I.M.Jesus looked at me with a look of joy on his face.

“Skeleton?”

It’s no wonder he was surprised to see me.

Perhaps my face reflected in his eyes would look more serious and grave than ever.

“······.”

I was once in a position to make judgments and take responsibility.

There is some debate as to what the basis for judgment will be, but we, those who fight monsters, consider the survival of humanity to be the highest value.

I get the feeling.

This is not an ordinary happening.

First, let’s think about the results we can obtain from this phenomenon.

There is only one result that comes to mind immediately.

Restore zombies to humans.

This alone doesn’t add any flavor.

In any case, the world is still full of humans, to the point of rotting away, and the sheer number of humans is a trap.

But I know another thing.

My benefactor, Jang Gi-yeong, told me that.

My mentor showed me the possibilities of beings that stand on the border between zombies and humans.

It’s the perfect away fit.

There are probably hundreds of millions of zombies on this planet, and there are probably at least a million zombies in Korea.

What if we could turn them into humans?

What if these people are the right fit for Awake like my mentor?

You can make a million Awakens.

Regardless of the risk, it is true that Awaken is an ideal tool for dealing with monsters.

Lee Park Gyu, who was once the best hunter, became a piece of trash in an instant and retired from the battlefield.

Right now, in Jeju Island, my comrades are fighting to close the rift, sacrificing countless lives.

Woo Min-hee appears to have stayed here to provide them with fighters.

What if we could secure a steady supply of Awaken in this situation?

It won’t even go to a million.

Thousands of people.

Even if there were just a few thousand people, the situation would change.

This means that humanity, whose destruction is certain, can be given a chance to survive.

“Burn the zombies.”

Even though he collapsed upon seeing despair, he did not break his tendons.

In the face of hope, I am always ready to stand up and fight.

“hurry!”

I do what I can.

“Oh, where?”

“Just stuff it into the trunk!”

I am a professor.

“What about the equipment?”

“Throw it away.”

He was called the best among all hunters.

thud

The satellite equipment was abandoned.

But something incomparably important was instead loaded into the cargo hold.

“Hold on tight.”

That’s right, hope.

Boooooooooo-

The motorcycle started to roar and roar.

A large number of zombies were crawling out in front of us, blocking our path.

If you jump down the slope next to the zombie, you can easily escape, but you may also drop passengers and cargo.

“How could it not work?”

The next moment.

thud!

The shockwave echoed right behind.

“Ugh!”

It is a well-known fact that the strength of a shock wave increases inversely with distance, but this is the first time that a shock wave has been received while physically touching.

The shock was tremendous.

My gut is rumbling, my head is buzzing, and on top of that.

thud!

A second shock wave hit.

“······omg!!”

For a moment, my breathing stopped and my vision suddenly went dark.

This feeling is unmistakable.

It’s the same shock as when I took a telepathy test.

“······.”

I can’t see or hear anything.

What I feel is an infinite sense of falling, as if I am sinking endlessly into the deep sea.

In the distance, gray-white colors beckon and call me.

Am I going to die like this?

no.

I see light.

“Skeleton?!”

With a shallow voice that was not yet familiar, but clearly recognizable.

“Huh!”

I came to my senses.

“Skeleton!”

I am Jesus asks worriedly from behind.

“······are you okay.”

For a brief moment, it felt like I saw a gray-white world.

I quickly came to my senses and looked ahead.

The zombies are splitting up.

By order of none other than the savior of these zombies.

“ha······.”

I took a deep breath to calm my breathing and then praised my bulletin board colleague with sincerity.

“That’s cool.”

But this is the world of zombies.

Those zombies have one king.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The king of this Taoist cult is a malevolent, gray-white, statue-like monster that distorts the space around it with each beat.

The king appeared before us.

With thousands of zombies floating in the air beneath your feet.

Small-type – Infiltration – Necromancer type monster.

He is the master of this city.