Hiding the House in the Apocalypse

13. Typhoon

Before the war, doomsdayists were an unwelcome people in society.

Looking at the attributes alone, it is difficult to find a virtue that the world recommends.

People who do so-called psychoanalysis have said that the bottom of the thinking of perishers is grandiose delusion, selfishness, and resignation.

Well, except for delusions of grandeur, this is roughly correct.

I have no intention of denying it.

With that thought in mind, I owed money, dug an air-raid shelter, and catered to old man Kim.

But not everyone is a doomsdayist.

must be poisoned

You must have the insensitivity to pass over the death of someone who has nothing to do with you.

It’s not to the extent of inhumanity to shut up and kill like a human hunter, but you shouldn’t empathize with the pain of others.

If the world is ruined, tens of millions of poor and needy people will pour out, and if you help them one by one, you will fall into the same situation.

The ideal figure of a perisher I think is a cold bystander.

It is a life lived only for oneself, ignoring what happens around you, whether hundreds of people die, or whether there is a heartbreaking story.

A man like this deserves to be a legend.

Why, isn’t the last human being said to be legendary?

Unfortunately, I was a little short of being a legend.

*

It was the day after I checked the International Residence that I got the information that it was coming.

I found another accommodation and stayed overnight, and it sounded like inertia to the National Committee, but I unexpectedly obtained valuable information.

The information I get here is the biggest reason I stay connected to the city.

[Overloading super-large monsters through the kill zone]

[Estimated as Kraken type]

[ About 22 km per hour. The direction of travel is South-Southwest]

[Prevented from entering Seoul, but estimated to turn to the outskirts]

[Estimated about 56 hours until extinction]

Information uploaded to the internal network was being updated in real time on a computer in the lobby of the National Assembly members.

“It’s a Kraken type…”

I have dealt with in China.

Is it a living building?

It is a monster that penetrates the kill zone and breaks down the defense line, receiving all known firearms with the size of the rice cake gloves.

However, he wasn’t invincible, and even by my standards, he wasn’t that dangerous.

Because their intelligence was low and their patterns were simple, there was almost no chance of them dying if they were prepared, and they would disappear on their own if left alone.

People say that hunters, especially saviors, are the enemies of monsters, but the monster’s most powerful enemy is the earth itself.

This is because monsters, the inhabitants of the other world, lose their vitality and begin to collapse due to unknown causes as soon as they cross the rift.

A monster that has lost all of its vitality crumbles and disappears in particle units, and the larger it is, the stronger it is, the faster it goes.

Of course, there are some exceptions, but the one that appeared now is a type that disappears.

If I had to compare it, it would be like a typhoon.

While it is alive, it destroys everything that is alive by destroying the human area, but loses momentum over time and disappears itself, and intelligence agencies look at the movement and direction of the monster, predict its path, and prepare for damage. There is no difference.

The typhoon passes through my area.

It’s creepy.

If you were in an air-raid shelter without knowing the information, you would go on a spree like an extra in a monster movie, unaware of the coming disaster. It would have been destined to be deleted after saying a word.

what do you want to die

No matter how much I think about it, I think I will die while writing to the community.

SKELTON: (Skelton surprised) ?!

In this way.

I’m worried that I’ve recently become an shunned user rather than popular in the community…

I feel like I’m in a much better position than a human hunter.

You haven’t been blocked much though, have you?

Unfortunately, there was no contact from Daram Kim.

understanding goes.

She doesn’t know exactly where I live, and she’s so busy.

While staying in the lobby of the National Assembly, I saw her step into the elevator with hard-faced soldiers, hunter-born bureaucrats, and politicians.

However, it is also in my heart that I want you to give me a simple warning.

*

bang!

A gunshot is heard in the distance.

I was attacked for the first time in my life.

I didn’t receive it directly.

The raid took place far ahead.

However, the procession stopped, and this time of demise caused a rare scene called road congestion.

The police and soldiers blocked the passage and told them to wait for the situation to end.

After a three-hour delay, the situation was over, but precious time was wasted.

On the way, I saw corpses lying on the sidewalk.

I don’t know if the corpses staring into the sky with open eyes, without respect and without a blanket, are predators or victims.

*

I immediately returned to the air-raid shelter and prepared myself.

Some of the seedlings of Mr. Kim, which he grew at home, were transferred in advance and he packed camping equipment such as a tent, food, and drinking water.

The observation equipment prepared is binoculars with night vision function and a cheap drone.

The most important preparation is a four-wheel drive buggy that was sleeping in an underground garage.

Against that monster, you need mobility.

It’s best to keep your distance, and at worst you have to escape before the two killing beams overlap and create a realm of death.

I generously poured a can of hermetically sealed gasoline treated with precious long-term storage and launched a cheap drone.

There was no particular threat around.

Gold hordes in the south are threatening, but I have no intention of going there.

I parked my car on a low hill above my shelter and waited.

There is little time left before the monsters arrive.

At first I thought nothing of it.

After a short hiatus, I thought about the expected appearance of the monster and the avoidance route accordingly.

It didn’t take very long.

All the situations that occur in this area were simulated in my brain while I was working on the construction.

Of course, the appearance of super-large species is also within the assumed range.

I drank another cup of coffee in a daze and waited for the time to pass.

There are still two hours left.

will show up soon

However, the K-Walkie Talkie situation is a bit strange.

A disaster comparable to a typhoon is coming down, but there is not a single common warning broadcast.

What happened?

Current time 8:30 PM.

Judging from the progress obtained from the National Committee, it will be after the super-large bell has passed through the outskirts of Seoul.

But the military frequency is still silent.

Could it be that the broadcasting station suffered?

“…”

It has absolutely nothing to do with me.

I am a doomsdayist

No matter what happens around me, I am a person who only needs to preserve my life and comfort.

Those who yearn for the salvation of the world are on the battlefield.

It’s enough for me to just watch the world go by my way.

I thought that was the path I had chosen and the path I had to go.

My conviction, however, has been shaken as time went on.

The first things that flooded my mind were the jovial friends in our community.

I jumped down to the shelter and connected to the community.

My colleagues in the community were going about their daily lives as usual, whether or not they knew a typhoon was coming.

They didn’t seem to be aware of the monster’s appearance yet.

Or maybe, the guy who saw the monster is already in the other world.

I did a search.

Keystotne: Why is the ground thumping so much here at the bottom of Paju? Was there an earthquake?

sent a message

SKELTON: Are you alive?

no reply.

I wrote on the bulletin board.

SKELTON: (Skelton question) Is Keystone alive? Answer me if you are alive.

There’s no answer.

Even if 10 minutes pass, even if 20 minutes pass.

is it dead

Was it swept away by a typhoon without knowing anything inside the shelter and disappeared without a trace?

Another colleague died.

Even though it’s just a relationship on the Internet that I don’t know the name or face, the death of this colleague is real.

There is no one to give me one like, one hit, and one reply to my future.

“…”

I thought about it for a while.

It is true that I have resentment in this world.

It is right to resent God, and it is also right to be disgusted with this world, the system, and human beings themselves.

But even so, do I have to watch them die?

A wool felt doll that occupies an entire room is staring at me.

What would the creator of that doll, Anonymous 337, think when he sees me like this?

What about the unknown woman who died in an explosion in the name of raising a murderous monster?

Who is the owner of this laptop?

There are people alive.

On that exceptionally cold Christmas night, the girl’s echo still lingers in my heart as a vivid impression.

“…”

I am neither a hero nor a savior.

I have neither the qualifications nor the ability to do so.

The me I wanted was a cold bystander.

It has to be.

But wouldn’t it be okay for today?

It’s not a special day, but it’s the day the typhoon came.

That whim moved me.

SKELTON: (Skelton warning) Monsters are coming!

– Going south along the attached map route!

If you are on the path, leave the shelter and observe, even for just one day.

It’s useless even if you’re in an air-raid shelter.

Its destructive beam ignores cover and disintegrates all life within its radius.

This is not a joke, this is serious advice.

*Like if this helps! to press*

I don’t want to lose these friends.

SKELTON: (Skelton warning) Monsters are coming!

SKELTON: (Skelton warning) Monsters are coming!

SKELTON: (Skelton warning) Monsters are coming!

SKELTON: (Skelton warning) Monsters are coming!

SKELTON: (Skelton warning) Monsters are coming!

…

…

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“Sval! It’s a good intention!”

so he dominated

I thought this was enough, but my whim was already asking for the next one.

“This is Skelton. Skeleton here. I hope that whoever receives this radio wave responds immediately. say it again Skeleton here! Skeleton!”

It is a family of snipers.

I want to save them too.

Of course, I hate that woman, but that daughter is different.

“An hour later, a super-large monster comes. Type Kraken. It’s a guy the size of a building that emits a killer ray that can kill all living things within a radius of 2km.”

I want to hear his voice next Christmas too.

I want to say Merry Christmas.

With my voice, not the keyboard.

Even if there is noise peculiar to the walkie-talkie,

It’s my simple wish.

Well, I have other intentions.

Since there was no answer, I drove directly into the sniper’s territory.

Time is running out, so I passed the realm of gold.

Sure enough, the mutation dogs drool in their mouths and chase me.

“Bastards like gaming laptops?”

I evaded them with gunfire and speed and arrived at the sniper’s territory, but what greets me is a sharp gunshot.

bang!

Bullets pierced through my feet, blowing dust.

said into the walkie-talkie.

“I can not hear you? Are you going after everything?”

No answer.

Said again.

“Are you going to let your daughter die too?”

The words worked.

The sniper and her daughter emerged from the darkness.

“Skelton!”

The girl smiled brightly at me and waved her hand.

“filled?”

The sniper shook his head.

“Gasoline. It hurt.”

“Ride.”

I didn’t think I would ride right away.

I thought I needed persuasion.

However, the sniper climbed into the car with surprising ease.

“Look.”

She put on her belt and spoke in broken Korean.

“what?”

“monster.”

There was a reason you listened well.

“Hold on tight.”

Get in your car and get out of the zone.

From the low hills overlooking us, we witnessed a great monstrosity appearing in our realm.

The legged building-like colossus trampled the ground as if it were blasphemous, emitting rays of malice like a net, wiping out living things without a trace.

The killing ray, which only destroys living things, narrowly brushed through my air-raid shelter.

If he had been there, he probably wouldn’t have died gracefully.

Could it have been cut in half?

He is a sniper who has gone through all sorts of battles, but he was just a frightened sheep in front of a monster who denied this world.

I looked at them and said a word.

“Stand there for a minute.”

“What?”

“picture. click.”

“why?”

“I have a printer at home, so I’ll pull it out for you.”

It’s a dog-like era, but shouldn’t there be memories?

Coincidentally, when the photo was taken, the typhoon that hit our territory had dissipated.

The monster that had blasphemed the earth and burned living things turned into particles and began to disappear while being engulfed in bright light.

The colors and shapes of the light scattered like gold leaf blowing in the wind against the dark land without a single lamp were terrifyingly beautiful.

“······Pretty.”

The girl murmured as she watched it, her mother holding her hand, and together they watched as the things of this world and those not of this world mingled.

click

A single picture was saved to a folder.

*

SKELTON : (Skelton Photo) Untitled 03

My photos caused a small repercussion in the community.

I collected a lot of valuable comments and received a few likes.

Especially, there were a lot of comments saying that the girl side was cute.

A guy asked what kind of picture it was, but he didn’t answer because he respected the privacy of the sniper’s family.

Unfortunately, my information wasn’t very helpful to our community members.

Because there were no friends on the route.

The keystone, which I thought was dead, was also alive.

keystone: I thought I was going to die from a stomachache.

Did this bastard block me?!

It’s good.

The guy who wanted me to block him didn’t block me.

Defender: Skeleton, dude, seriously cool? I have an aesthetic sense. The handling of light is clunky, but the composition is good.

No, on the contrary, he is actively interested in me.

If that’s the case, I’d rather be a nobleman.

A headhunter sent me a message with a picture attached.

In that photo, the back of my head was clearly captured as I rode the four-wheeled buggy with the sniper’s mother and daughter.

A message from Defender: Skeleton. is this you

SKELTON: no

A message from Defender: Thanks to you, my life was saved. thanks. I will definitely repay this favor.

“······under.”