Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 88



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46. ​​Messiah (6)

“Ugh!”

Right below him, Chairman Je-Pung-Ho was baring his teeth in front of thousands of zombies.

“Mr. Chairman.”

I muttered without realizing it as I looked at him.

“Let’s not do this.”

Je-pung-ho took the lead and charged forward.

Then, a nearly infinite number of zombies filled the entire road and closed in on us.

“How can it not work?!”

I looked back urgently at IAMJESUS.

“Oh, no! Don’t listen to me!”

I am Jesus muttered with despair on his pale face.

“No, I can’t use my strength right now.”

I think I know what he’s afraid of.

I’m afraid that when the shock wave is created, I will lose consciousness again from the reaction.

It’s a reasonable concern.

But I can’t just get off the motorcycle like this.

Because even if we get off, I doubt this guy will be able to take the soldiers away from the true zombie king.

I had no choice but to try to avoid them by driving in reverse.

Boooo …

I feel a little grateful to Baek Seung-hyun.

They gave us a vehicle that could carry two humans and one zombie and still run so powerfully.

But behind it is the city center, a den of zombies.

I tried drawing the map I had in my head earlier.

There is no way out.

In every area that we thought was a retreat, there were so many zombies gathered that we couldn’t do anything.

“······.”

I might be able to survive on my own.

Dropping one zombie or one human will not only reduce the load on the motorcycle, but will also allow for more aggressive maneuvering.

But neither IAMJESUS ​​nor his sister can give up.

What I mean is, the weight of humanity.

“How could it not work?”

Now I believe in I am Jesus.

I don’t believe in God or a savior, but now I believe in this immature friend.

“Uh, uh!”

I am Jesus rolled his eyes.

“Ah! Dad, church!”

“Dad, church?”

“Underground! Underground! Let’s go! The underground will be fine.”

“how?”

“There’s an underground parking lot! Behind the church!”

Boooo …

As soon as I heard his words, I headed towards the back of the church at full speed.

there is.

Although it was not visible due to the collapsed debris, the entrance to a fairly spacious underground parking lot came into view.

It went straight down through the rubble.

Click

I turned on the headlights and looked inside.

There are lots of corpses.

There are corpses scattered all over that failed to turn into zombies.

Perhaps they are believers of this church, or perhaps they are people who hid here to avoid zombies and never got the chance to become zombies, with their brains and central nervous systems buried inside.

“B3! Go to B3!”

“There’s a third floor?!”

“Yeah! I know a place!”

The place that I am Jesus spoke of was a dead end wall.

“There’s nothing?”

“wait for a sec!”

He got off his motorcycle and felt around the wall.

“there is!”

As he pressed the hidden button, the shutter disguised as the wall began to rise with a mechanical sound.

Inside the shutter was a small garage and a spotless Bentley.

“It’s Dad’s private garage.”

I quickly parked the motorcycle in an empty space and closed the shutter.

From beyond the basement, the sound of steep footsteps and the cries of zombies could be heard.

He pulled out his axe and looked around.

As expected, the eyes sparkle in the darkness.

The number is approximately fifty.

“······hey.”

I called I am Jesus.

“How could it not work?”

thud!

I am Jesus waved his hand, sending out shock waves.

The fifty or so pairs of eyes that had been illuminating the darkness scattered and walked towards the second floor.

“Phew······.”

“Skeleton. Over here. Over here.”

I am Jesus opened the door at the back of the garage.

“What? Is there more?”

“uh.”

We went into the garage together.

Inside, it was a fairly spacious room with a bed.

The condition is all top notch.

The bed is also a much better brand than the one I use.

But the moment I saw the props placed all over the room, I felt my appetite disappear.

The room was littered with a frowning amount of outrageous adult products.

As IAMJESUS ​​turned on the lights, the perverted atmosphere in the room doubled.

The color of the light was pink.

“Where is this?”

I know, but I asked out of courtesy.

I am Jesus snickered and muttered in a self-deprecating tone.

“Where daddy brings the girls.”

“······.”

“After a reporter caught us having sex outside and an article came out about it, we ended up making it in the basement of the church.”

“······The electricity is finally conducting.”

“It must be auxiliary power. I heard directly from my father that he got trapped with a woman during a previous power outage and got into trouble.”

“I see.”

It’s an amazing family story, but it’s not something we need to discuss now.

I saw a zombie.

The zombie was still completely obedient to IAMJESUS’ commands.

I put my ear to the garage and listened for any movement.

Judging by the sounds I’m hearing, those who came down to the second floor are causing confusion by mixing in with those who came up from the third floor.

It will be safe for the time being.

“ruler.”

Now it’s time to do the most important thing.

Turning zombies back into humans.

The time has come to see IAMJESUS ​​rise from the madman of the bulletin board to the Messiah who will save mankind.

I looked at him drinking water and asked.

“Yes, Sister. Can you change it back to the way it was?”

I am Jesus nodded with a stern face.

“······huh!”

And so began the quest for humanity’s salvation under obscene pink lights.

thud!

I am Jesus has created shock waves.

It wasn’t as shocking because I wasn’t right next to him, but I felt a tingling sensation all over my body every time the wave hit me.

“······.”

It’s painful and a little scary, but I consider it a baptism.

This is a sacred baptism where Park Gyu, who was not chosen by God, can eat a little of the beans of the chosen ones and gain the strength to fight my enemies.

“Sister.”

IamJesus looked at the zombie with a solemn face.

It felt like an intangible energy was being transferred from I.M.Jesus to the zombies.

As expected.

The zombie’s complexion was returning to that of a human.

From off-white to milky red.

Gulp

I watched the miracle unfold before my eyes and waited for the next moment to come.

“Sister. Can you hear me?”

I am Jesus raised his hand and tried to touch her face.

But his hand never touched the woman’s face.

The moment the woman opened her eyes and saw him,

“Gyaaaaaaah!”

Because I screamed and pushed away his hand.

Coincidentally, there was a sex toy rolling behind her, causing her to roll backwards.

“Ahhhhh!”

The woman fell backwards, struggling to get away from I.M.Jesus who was trying to approach her.

“Who, sis?!”

I am Jesus said with trembling eyes.

The older sister screamed.

“꺼, 꺼져! 내 옆에서 떨어지라고! 이 개새끼야!”

There was more contempt in that fluttering movement than I had imagined.

“Sister.”

I am Jesus’ face turned pale.

“You’re unlucky! You look like a monkey, so where are you going to come from? You’re a brat I wouldn’t even be able to look at if it weren’t for your dad!”

Her face suddenly hardened.

A look of horror filled the empty space, making it hard to believe that this was the person who had been spewing cold words just a moment ago.

“Pastor, please don’t do this.”

She was looking into space.

“Why are you doing this? I’m going to report you to the police, the police?”

And then he spoke vividly.

It was as if I could see the real IAMJESUS’ father right before my eyes.

“No, Pastor. This is not right. We cannot do this······.”

She gestured fearfully at the sky, grimaced and opened her face, cried and laughed, and now she didn’t even look at IAMJESUS.

“Pastor. Is this the only time? What would Dongpil do if he found out? You know he likes me, right?”

In a dream we cannot understand, she was repeating soullessly what she had probably said in the past.

“Dongpil? I don’t have any thoughts on it. To be honest, I feel burdened.”

This zombie’s return to being human was once a delusion.

The power of IAMJESUS ​​was limited to briefly giving the dead a fragmentary memory of their past lives.

Like a dreamer, this zombie was just babbling nonsense, holding onto fragments of shattered memories.

Like a broken gramophone.

“······.”

I happened to see I am Jesus.

This immature man with a bushy beard and unkempt hair was staring with a frozen face at the last remnants of the woman he had loved without blinking.

“I’m pregnant. What should I do? Are you going to throw me away like that woman?”

The words coming out of her mouth suggested something so vulgar and vulgar that I left my seat and listened to the outside activities.

“······Ugh.”

The moment I looked away, IamJesus collapsed.

He buried his head in the bed where his father and probably this woman had been rolling around, and began to cry bitterly.

While he cried, the zombie regained its original color and stood there blankly, like a doll, staring indifferently at the crying man with its eyes that had turned gray-white.

The crying didn’t last long.

I am Jesus stood up in anger, wiping away tears with his sleeve.

“Skeleton.”

At that moment, I noticed another change in this man.

“Let’s go out.”

I am Jesus said with a relieved face.

“what?”

“I think I can go out.”

“What about your sister?”

To my question, IamJesus answered with a forlorn smile.

“······They’re just zombies.”

In that short period of time, the boy had grown into an adult.

As if a cicada had emerged from the darkness, dried its wet wings and prepared to fly.

Now he prepares for an emergency.

“Mmmmm······.”

I am Jesus said the words between us and smiled shyly at me.

I responded with a smile and followed him.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Now he was making waves like a monster.

Emits a radiance that encompasses not only the eyes, but the entire body.

Zombies are nothing in front of him.

The ground spider was lying down.

Beyond the darkness, thousands of eyes were watching us, and above them, a faceless monster, like a statue of an unholy god, appeared once again.

Crunch!

He prepared his gun and stood by IAMJESUS’ side.

But I have no place in this fight.

The necromancer type waved his arms.

Thousands of zombies rushed toward us at once.

The sight was like a giant tidal wave crashing down.

In the face of that fear, IAMJESUS ​​responded with the same vibration.

“Go back.”

He said in a hoarse voice.

And then a miracle happened.

The zombies that were running towards us changed direction and attacked their old king.

“Kiaaaaaaaah!!!”

Je-pung-ho was the first to show his teeth.

Kwajik!

Led by him, thousands of zombies clung to the monster and began chewing on its flesh.

The monster’s boastful powers of reflective fields, the power to detonate bullets, and the power to create explosions and electricity in the surrounding area were all meaningless in the face of countless zombies.

The king who ruled the city of the dead was eaten by the dead, and the city was returned to the dead.

“······let’s go.”

The man who killed the king passed me by, his long hair fluttering.

There were still countless zombies blocking the path ahead of us, but before he could even approach, the zombies were already splitting on their own to either side.

Just like the sea of ​​Egypt.

*

“He wasn’t a bad father from the beginning.”

On the way back, I was able to hear a story about his father.

“Even during the pioneer church days, he was a good person. He was kind, friendly, and devout. He knew everything about the Bible. He didn’t have a mother, but his father did the work of two people.”

He looked into the luggage compartment.

The satellite equipment had been discarded to burn the zombies, but the small game consoles and game packs were still there, their packaging crushed down on the floor.

“My dad bought me this game console.”

“okay?”

“Yeah. When I was in elementary school, I sang a song about wanting to have the latest game console. The one that plays Blu-ray. But my father didn’t have any money. So he got an old game console that wasn’t even used, but was thrown away by a Shinto family, and gave it to me.”

He took out a game pack.

I know what game it is.

This is the best-seller from back in the day that he tried to time attack when I was trying to befriend him.

IamJesus looked at the faded game pack with forlorn eyes and put it back in the trunk.

“Maybe it would have been better back then.”

“The past tends to be glorified.”

“That might be the case.”

We were going to the bunker of IAMJESUS.

He says there are things he hasn’t packed yet.

The sun was setting and the darkness of night was covering the city, but there was nothing to worry about.

What worries me is this young guy’s mental state.

“Dad, you’ve committed so many sins. You’ve probably gone to hell.”

His voice was as anxious as his mind.

It might be a natural thing.

There were too many things for a guy who lived in the dark, completely cut off from people and communication, to handle.

“Don’t worry, Father. For now, just calm down and focus on resting.”

This is heartfelt advice.

Excessive emotional range tends to drive people crazy.

Especially if you are someone as fragile and immature as IAMJESUS.

“······dad.”

Once again, big tears were welling up in I.M.Jesus’ eyes.

“I, I······.”

“I am Jesus,” muttered I.M.J. in a voice that had already become hoarse.

“If only I had said just one sharp word······.”

“Does that make people change?”

“huh.”

I am Jesus said with a confident face.

“If I told you so, Dad would die of hunger?”

“really?”

“If I tell you to die, you will die.”

“······hmm.”

“I also went crazy because of the money my dad gave me. I knew that my dad was acting strange, but I turned a blind eye to it, and that’s how I ended up like this.”

Now I see a familiar wall.

We arrived at IAMJESUS’ bunker.

“My dad also made this bunker.”

“I thought so.”

While he was inside the bunker, I stared blankly at the night sky outside.

It seems I can’t become a nobleman either.

Even at this moment, I feel as if a piece of power has fallen into my body, and I take out the sheet and put it in my mouth.

“Skeleton!”

I am Jesus came out of the bunker.

“let’s go!”

He held something out to me.

“What is this?”

It’s a cross made entirely of gold.

“I came to pick you up, so I thought you should give me this much.”

“What’s going on between us? Don’t be surprised at the toilet.”

“toilet?”

“let’s go.”

It was time to return with the most important cargo loaded.

“Not riding?”

I am Jesus looking at the floor.

To be exact, it’s a zombie.

I just chopped it down with an axe.

“What, do you have it?”

“No, I suddenly wanted to see this zombie face.”

“Why? Do you know him?”

“No, just.”

I got off my motorcycle and flipped over the zombie’s corpse.

The distorted face of a middle-aged man who had been hit by an axe was revealed under the moonlight.

A face without any particular features.

But then suddenly, the face of a man I had seen on the news one day flashed through my mind.

“ah.”

I saw I am Jesus.

“dad?”

Perfect expressionlessness.

But soon he collapsed and knelt before the corpse, holding its cold hands and burying his face in its chest.

“······dad.”

The zombie whose head I split with an axe was none other than IAMJESUS’ father.

*

“So what happened, Skeleton?”

Suuga showed interest by eating jelly.

I glanced at Rebecca’s back as she wrote down my words verbatim, stirring the canned soup with a large spatula as it cooked and gave off the aroma of tomatoes, and told her the story of the end of I Am Jesus that I knew.

“He went back to the city.”

“To where the zombies are running around? To die?!”

He shook his head at the surprised Suu.

“no.”

I recall his last moments.

The man, who glowed by himself under the darkness, walked on his own two feet toward the crowd of people who were gaping at him with their arms outstretched.

“······He went to save the zombies.”

“Like the Messiah?”

“maybe.”

I took out the sheet of paper in my pocket with a bitter smile.

The color is still black.

So, that means that guy is not my Messiah at least.

There are specifications on this side too.

“Mmmmm!”

The Messiah, who shakes the game pack and onahole while shouting strange sounds.

Rebecca said he was crazy, but I disagree.

Since that day, I have had dreams occasionally.

I don’t remember the content, but the color is always gray-white.