Hiding a House in the Apocalypse - Chapter 90



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48. Enemy

I heard that before the war, a serial killer who killed 102 people was caught in India.

As an ordinary, uneducated man from the lower classes, he did not understand why the hell was happening around him, but he alone figured out how to survive.

The way of survival he discovered resembled the great outdoors he loved.

A chain of murder and plunder, killing and stealing from everyone they come across, then killing and stealing again.

There are claims of rape, torture and desecration of corpses during the process, but the man is said to have screamed that the evidence was fabricated.

During the final argument, the man is said to have said this to the judges:

Would it be wrong for me to become someone’s enemy rather than make someone my enemy?

*

It’s been quite a while since the war started.

Our minds may become lax, no different from food spoiling or people growing old.

The Defender was shot on his way home.

It’s a blind gun.

Something I had always imagined became a reality close to me.

According to the Defender’s younger brother, there is no immediate threat to life or death, but they are engaged in a fierce standoff with an unknown enemy across the wall.

“I’ll get ready and leave. Just hold on until then.”

No matter how busy you are, going without any preparation is worse than not going at all.

I packed my supplies carefully.

Medicines and medical supplies, weapons, and bulletproof measures.

Bulletproof vests and helmets are items that are rarely worn.

Because it is heavy and uncomfortable, but the effect is not that great.

But in a situation like now, something like this might provide some comfort.

The means of transportation chosen was a motorcycle.

Boooooooooooooo-

We juggled down the steep north slope, crossed the stream and entered the road.

I stopped my motorcycle for a moment on the road and looked at the surrounding scenery.

The scenery looks different than before.

“······.”

If I had to make a comparison, I would say it resembles the scenery we saw right after the war.

It is not clear exactly when the fear of a blind bullet flying at us began to diminish.

At some point, I let my guard down and became complacent, thinking that even if I heard gunshots, I wouldn’t get hit.

In fact, you can get shot at any time.

This is a story about how Park Gyu could have been shot while walking down the street and fallen into a ditch or a rice paddy, turning into skeletons.

It’s unlikely, but it’s possible that Park Gyu, now a zombie, has started a journey to find a new friend while wandering the wilderness.

“······.”

In the distance you can see a hollow, like a bear’s nest.

These are traces of artillery fire by the Chinese military.

This is the defender’s territory.

This is where it gets real.

Boooooooooooooo-

A motorcycle roared as it raced across an abandoned field.

“Skeleton!”

After a while, I heard my brother’s voice.

“Isn’t that a skeleton? If so, raise your right hand.”

“I heard.”

“No, it’s your left hand. Raise your right hand. Yeah. That’s right. Good.”

I guess they knew my location by seeing the drone.

I can’t see the drone in my field of vision.

It must be somewhere in the sky.

It’s probably a small reconnaissance drone, weighing less than 1kg but flying up to an altitude of 6km.

“Where is the Defender?”

“Just wait. I’ll send you a sparrow.”

Soon after, a black dot appeared from the west and flew fiercely towards us.

The moment I saw the drone, I unconsciously stopped my motorcycle and aimed my gun.

“Hold fire! It’s our drone.”

“Is this your drone?”

A bitter smile naturally appeared on my lips.

“Yeah. Sparrow.”

What about sparrows?

It’s a Chinese-made suicide drone.

He killed a fanatic with it, and the fanatic killed a Chinese soldier with it.

I heard that another team, not our team, got caught in that drone swarm and got killed so badly that they couldn’t even find the body.

“Follow me.”

The suicide drone guided me to the Defender.

On the way to our destination, she didn’t say anything, so I had to ask her a few questions myself.

“Numbers, locations, and weapons of the enemy?”

“What’s the status of the Defender?”

“Why isn’t the Defender responding to communications?”

She could barely answer the barrage of questions.

At first glance, his psychological state seemed unstable, but there was a bigger reason.

“ah!”

In the middle of it, she screamed and asked why,

“I forgot to charge one of the batteries. I dropped one!”

It looks like he took out all the drones he had.

Because she wanted to protect her older brother.

It’s a common mistake to overexert yourself when someone you care about is in danger.

I spoke to her calmly.

“How many did you take out?”

“All of them. About 12?”

“······Put everything in except what is necessary.”

“why?”

“Because it bothers me.”

“······okay.”

Defender’s brother seemed to reluctantly accept my words.

Perhaps you wouldn’t have listened to me if you hadn’t seen my fighting prowess before.

Although he is a bit of an oddball and tends to be buried in his brother’s heart, you can tell that Da-jeong’s temperament is by no means trivial just by looking at his actions from time to time.

In the distance, across the fields dotted with shell craters, a red-roofed building can be seen.

This building was formerly used as a cafe.

The name of the cafe was Lucky Day.

Judging from the fact that it’s still standing despite so many shells falling on it, it seems to have quite a bit of bad luck, as its name suggests. Inside the building that has the remaining bad luck, there are Defenders and perhaps one or two bad guys facing off.

The reason the Defender can’t speak through the communicator is because the other party is so close.

It seems like a situation where you have to risk your life and be alert to even the smallest sound.

I saw hope here.

Even in such a small building, the fact that the standoff is prolonged means that the opponent has no surefire means of subduing the defender.

Perhaps an ambush attack was the best the attackers could do?

“This is Skeleton. We are entering the building now.”

Above my head, a combat drone circled me.

“There is nothing visible around.”

It’s my brother’s voice.

Perhaps the reason Defender was able to survive was because he had a younger brother.

With that in mind, I approached the cafe, slowly and leisurely, sometimes running at a slow pace, holding my gun.

There are two main points to watch out for.

The window and the corner of the building.

I often asked my younger brother to do reconnaissance.

“West wall.”

“No one. No one.”

“Are there any signs of reinforcements coming?”

“You are the only living, moving thing around you.”

“Look far away. See if there’s a sniper there or not.”

“Yeah. Wait a minute. There isn’t any. It’s clean.”

The feeling I get from this short conversation is comfort.

I felt this the other day when I was making a dummy bunker, but the value of the Defender brother is extremely high.

If I were to form a group and the group grew to the level of a group led by Diesirae, her value would probably be higher than that of my brother.

Because she’s a drone expert.

In China, drones have become the dominant weapon.

Distrustful of the Awaken, they looked to drones as humanity’s hope for dealing with monsters.

A lot of drones have been created.

Among them, there were quite a few strange creatures that could be called drones.

Of course, the drone’s level was extremely high, but the pilot’s skills were just as excellent.

I have seen skilled Chinese drones herd dozens of fanatics into buildings with just two drones, as if they were playing a game.

It must have been interesting for her to see her brother Defender so skillfully operate so many drones, but wasn’t it also greatly influenced by Defender herself seeing with her own eyes the potential of drones in China?

If you listen to the story, it turns out that it was Defender, not his younger brother, who bought the drone first.

Anyway, it is clear that this side has the upper hand.

The right to provide, information, and firepower are all superior to this side.

All I have to do is go inside and rescue the injured Defender.

But death usually comes from carelessness.

It’s still like that now.

The moment I smiled at my brother’s helpfulness, something flickered by the window.

It’s a person and a gun.

The moment I hurriedly hid and lay down on the ground, a gunshot rang out.

bang!

The bullet barely missed where I was standing.

If I had let my guard down, I might have gotten a hole in my body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He fell to the ground and fired a shot at the same time.

I didn’t shoot to hit.

This is to threaten the enemy who may fire follow-up shots.

Luckily, the bullet hit the glass.

In the meantime, he fired a bullet at close range to where the enemy was.

“Ahh!”

The bullet missed, but a short scream was heard.

Either he was surprised or he was injured by shrapnel.

The voice has a boyish feel to it.

As I quickly crawled to cover myself in the grass to gain visibility, the drone flew over my head first and headed towards the window.

“There’s no one.”

“Can you please park the drone in front of the window?”

“okay.”

There are currently three drones in operation by Defender’s younger brother.

There are reconnaissance drones probably observing the situation from high altitudes, small suicide drones waiting while hovering behind, and 15kg Chinese-made combat drones currently roaming the battlefield.

A heavy 15kg combat drone hovered in front of a second-floor window, its muzzle pointed at the enemy and keeping watch.

One variable, the window, has been excluded.

He charged forward with all his might.

30m to the cafe.

It’s a distance that can be reached in one step.

however,

“!?”

Just after departure, a dark figure appeared around the corner.

It just rolled to the side.

Tata Tang!

A gunshot rang out.

This time it was really dangerous.

You came at the exact moment when I was running.

The only question that comes to my mind at the moment is:

Are there two opponents?

Or is there any way to observe this side?

At the very least, we should be aware of this side’s movements.

If coincidence happens twice, it’s inevitable.

Especially on a battlefield where every moment is connected to death, that is an unspoken rule.

Crash

He slowly approached the building, pulling out his pistol instead of his rifle.

I think I know why the Defender turned off its radio.

It’s not that I’m afraid of my position being discovered.

To know the other person’s location through sound.

“One!”

The defender’s cry rang out from inside the building.

The sound must be coming from the opposite window, perhaps the side with the doorway.

“It’s one of those guys! Watch out! That guy looks like he’s Awaken.”

“Awake?”

“Not high level, but low level. At least I can detect it.”

So that’s what it was.

If so, then it makes sense.

Those two moves just now were so absurdly precise in their timing.

“······.”

I let out a shallow sigh.

What should I say, it feels like what was coming has come.

He took cover behind a concrete wall, holding a pistol, and listened for enemy positions with both ears.

There isn’t one on the first floor. There probably isn’t one.

I’m not Awaken, so I can’t be sure.

However, the Awaken we face will not have any great abilities.

If it’s at a level that can cause waves, that is, above level 5, then the defender is probably already in the other world.

The expected ability is sensing.

I can see that he sensed my location and fired a shot.

However, the possibility that he may have other abilities cannot be ruled out.

The most common abilities of low-level Awakens are detection, notification, perception, and foresight.

It is an ability called the so-called four knowledges.

Low-level Awakens may have only one of these abilities, one incompletely, or some may have two or more completely.

The most useless of these is telepathy, which can be replaced by a cell phone or walkie-talkie, but the rest of the abilities aren’t considered all that impressive.

Even if you just look at it, it’s like that.

The name alone sounds great, but the prediction only lasts for 3 seconds at most.

You can dodge a fist, but you can’t dodge a bullet.

But you might be able to avoid getting shot once or twice.

The story is that it is not easy.

Even this kind of crazy awakening is not for those of us who were not chosen by God.

But they are people too.

At least the Awaken, who cannot create waves, are closer to humans than monsters.

In that case, we have no choice but to hunt in a human way.

“Defender! Did you see that kid’s face?”

He shouted from behind a concrete wall.

A loud voice that doesn’t match my own.

There is no answer.

He shouted again.

“What kind of kid is that! No, what are you going to do with him if you catch him?”

I hoped he would catch on to my intentions.

After a while.

“I have to kill him! I have to tear this bastard alive and kill him!”

The Defender lived up to my expectations.

It’s psychological warfare.

“I’m at the entrance!”

“Secure the second floor hallway.”

“Enter the first floor lobby. Clear.”

“Secure the stairs to the second floor. Oh, the sound of someone jumping up. Did you hear that?”

“me too.”

Put pressure on the enemy with words.

Just like Jo Seong-yong did.

It might not work on a veteran with a lot of combat experience, but it would put pressure on a reckless fool who only has the skills to make his liver shrink.

The demonstrator is not an ordinary soldier, but me and the Defender.

He is a skilled old school hunter.

The effects were quick to appear.

“Defender.”

“Skeleton.”

He joined the Defender without any interruption.

I looked at his thighs.

“Are you okay?”

This time he asked in a very small voice.

The defender nodded and answered in a similarly small voice.

“I stopped the bleeding.”

The Defender pointed to the stairs leading to the rooftop.

“Over there.”

It certainly appears that the Defender siblings are real siblings.

“Not on the rooftop~ I guess he’s crouching under the stairs~.”

I don’t know why they put speakers on drones, but it looks like they’re using them to engage in psychological warfare.

“You, this dog!”

Finally, a sharp voice rang out from the stairs.

cornered,

“You’re going to hell, you murderer!”

A clearly youthful voice.

The owner of that voice never had a conversation with us.

bang!

The moment he finished speaking, a gunshot was heard.

The gun rolled down the stairs with a sloshing sound and hit the floor.

By watching the blood flowing a step behind, we were able to identify the owner of the body.

The attacker was a boy.

I’m about sixteen now.

“ah.”

The defender recognized the attacker at a glance.

“Is that the guy from a year ago?”

He limped.

“There were some rich people among the marauders who attacked us. They killed only my father.”

“you?”

When I asked with a dubious expression, the Defender frowned and answered while caressing his wound.

“No, that kid is running towards the tree his father was hanging from.”

“ah.”

“It was a mistake.”

The word mistake alone lacks many of the values ​​we think of.

Still, I agreed with what he said.

“What a fatal mistake.”

The easiest way to avoid becoming an enemy is to kill everyone you consider an enemy.

In this terrible world, perhaps that is the only way.

“Is this guy Justice Min?”

“No, that can’t be right. Justice Min is leading a group. Judging from the back of his hand, he seems to be old.”

“That’s it.”

Of course, I have no intention of protecting this boy.

Because on his phone there were several pictures of him and the dark-skinned men smiling and making V signs in front of a naked woman whose face had been beaten beyond recognition.

As the Indian death row inmate said, it would be more rational to become someone’s enemy than to make someone your enemy.

It’s just that the Defender became the enemy in a biting relationship.

By the way.

“this.”

I saw the defender’s wounds.

It’s a thigh.

I brought surgical tools, but this is an area I cannot treat.

“Do you know any doctors?”

He asked, taking out the antibiotics.

“There is one in Incheon.”

The defender trailed off.

“But he’s mentally ill.”

“Are you alive?”

The defender looked towards the boy.

“······It’s away.”

“Awake?”

The defender sighed and nodded.

“He’s my classmate.”

The eyes of the world’s defender shook violently.

That guy named Dong-gi doesn’t seem like an easy guy.