Hiding the House in the Apocalypse

24. potion (2)

“Skelton here.”

The moment I entered the low building where I arrived following the sniper’s daughter, I was confronted with an unexpected scenery.

Signs for American franchises, a statue of the colonel who is good at frying chicken, comic hero movie posters, American road signs, various forms of English typography, unlit English neon signs, English newspapers, a certain hero’s shield.

Inside the unnecessarily spacious and poorly organized building was filled with extremely American things and things reminiscent of America.

Upstairs, in a well-ventilated room full of miscellaneous cover, the sniper was lying on his stomach, aiming his gun, and looking down.

said the sniper, his eyes fixed on the scope.

“enemy. RPG. there is.”

The sniper’s daughter dropped her binoculars and knelt beside her, scanning down.

“I can not see.”

“I hid.”

the sniper added.

“RPG risk. We are aiming.”

My Korean is poor, but I understood the situation.

The guys who draw attention in front of me act as decoys.

The guy with the portable rocket is hiding somewhere and is going to blow up the sniper mother and daughter entirely.

That’s probably why the sniper called me.

But that’s the sniper’s judgment anyway.

I need to judge the situation by my standards as well.

According to my experience on the battlefield, people who are cornered have a habit of exaggerating the situation rather than the reality.

“I will be in charge for a while, so draw a simple map.”

In place of the sniper, I was in charge of the sniper rifle.

The handle was slippery with sweat.

I can clearly see it when I sit down and look through the high-magnification scope.

Those are no ordinary predators.

Among the numerous looters, they were the ones who trampled on and killed others and survived and leveled up.

The guys installed in front are laughing and talking like crazy while drunk on drugs, but behind them, beyond the cover where the gunfire can’t reach, fully armed marauders with the eyes of a cold killer are staring sharply in all directions.

They’re probably regular members of the Marauders.

The guys who install it in front are getting bullets.

There were also many women, but they did not look like combatants.

“Skelton.”

The sniper handed me a map.

I saw her left foot.

Even though the sub-zero wind blows in, it is in a state of hesitantly lifting it backwards with only a bandage on.

The reason why I woke up unnaturally when I got up earlier was probably because of the wound on my left foot.

I looked straight into her blue eyes.

The madness I was worried about didn’t show much.

Only the shadows of depression, anxiety, and deep fatigue are felt.

“What happened to your leg?”

“I need some medicine.”

The sniper stared resentfully at his left foot with a gloomy expression on his face.

“······My legs are rotting.”

“See you later.”

I saw the map she drew.

As a military background, I drew only the necessary points at a glance.

After looking around for a while, I came to a conclusion.

With this number and this armament, it is impossible.

It is, above all, a cunning hunter.

Knowing that this side is a minority, they are using the strategy of slowly and leisurely suffocating to death with the power of the majority.

Showing an RPG doesn’t mean that he will shoot an RPG right away.

I did it knowing that I could shake this side just by showing it.

Their true purpose would be to indulge in uneasiness, create imagination, and accelerate rapid collapse.

He looked at the sniper and said.

“It is a hard fight.”

“so?”

“There’s a spot in my air-raid shelter.”

The sniper’s eyes shook violently, but she is also a soldier.

You know your situation better than anyone.

She stared at her legs with sad eyes.

“Suw.”

The sniper called his daughter.

Suu.

That was her daughter’s name.

Despite the extreme situation, the mother and daughter seemed to have a close relationship.

It’s a stage where we understand each other’s meaning without having to speak.

Suu recognized the sniper’s intentions, shook his head, and hugged the sniper.

She whispered something in English.

It probably means you won’t go.

The sniper stared at me with wet eyes as I hugged my daughter.

“Sorry. Skelton. I knew it was dangerous. I know, but I called.”

I asked her calmly as she spoke her mind belatedly.

“Do you have any other weapons?”

“Another weapon?”

“There were loads of heavy weapons in the Humvee before. Where are all those?”

The sniper gently removed her daughter and met her eyes.

“Suw.”

My daughter nodded, adjusted her helmet, and sprinted forward.

“Skelton. Follow me.”

As he left, he stared at the sniper.

The sniper gestured at me with a forlorn expression.

It means taking your daughter.

He shook his head.

Surprise flashed in the sniper’s eyes.

Leaving behind her surprise, Suu followed.

Weapons were stored in a storage room on the second floor.

Also what I saw was right.

Recoilless rifles, 7.62mm machine guns, Craymores, grenades, even javelins.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a weapons department store, with heavy weapons piled up.

But there’s a reason why snipers don’t use that weapon.

There were two Javelins, which could be said to be her strongest weapon, but both batteries ran out, and the rest of the weapons had strong firepower, but had problems with range and accuracy.

To make matters worse, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that it was a weapon she couldn’t use anymore since she couldn’t walk properly.

But that’s irrelevant to me.

I found a useful weapon.

It is an American made recoilless gun.

I shot it when I was in Paju.

It is light, reliable, and has excellent firepower.

Effective range is less than 200 meters.

It’s a very good conversation tool.

“Let’s borrow two.”

“Two?”

Nodding at the sniper’s question, he asked her.

“What is your name?”

At that question, the sniper hesitated for a moment, but then answered, looking at me with unwavering eyes.

“Rebecca.”

*

A powerful firearm is now in my hand.

Although he took two, he only had one chance to strike effectively.

The conclusion is simple.

You have to kill as many of them at once as possible.

In particular, you have to wipe out the fully armed veterans in the deepest places.

The bullet cannons drunk with drugs are next, but it is difficult if there are too many of them.

Therefore, the method I chose was surprisingly similar to that of my neighbor, the sniper.

It is to wait quietly in ambush and aim for a single opportunity.

But those predators are not so easy opponents.

Unlike the pioneers you dealt with at the theme park, you are setting up guards all over the place with a loose formation.

I waited.

The looters got on the shooters’ nerves with drugs and drunken cannon fodder.

Every time the sniper and the daughter shoot, but there is no other income.

Hiding in the bushes, he waited for night to come, absorbing the chill from the earth.

“Hey, this dog. don’t do it right! I told you to keep your eyes open!”

A rough sound came from the enemy camp.

He set an example for everyone by mercilessly beating the cannon fodder with a club with the shout of a boss.

The looter was carried out as a super-corpse and dumped on the ground, and no one cared for him.

Even at night, their vigilance showed no sign of being disturbed.

Rather, they sent out a handful of riflemen to periodically fire at the building where the snipers had ambushed them.

I felt the will to not let them rest properly day or night.

With no other option, I backed off, switched to the sniper, and let her close her eyes.

The provocation continued the next day.

Even more daringly, they closed the distance with armored vehicles at the front, and then played songs through speakers.

When the song stopped for a while, the guy who seemed to be the leader spoke with a microphone while hiding far away.

“The one hiding there. I know how many there are. At most, two. no three? I called for help on the walkie-talkie and everything was heard. But what’s the difference? I don’t like wasting time either, so let’s make a simple deal. A lot of bullets? give me some I don’t want too much. Give me five hundred rounds. Wouldn’t that be enough? There are rumors about it.”

When the sun got dark, I approached them again.

The man who had been thrown outside the day before was frozen with his eyes wide open.

The boundaries were still tight.

It may be possible to forcefully dig into the gap, but I decided to promise the next one.

Another day passed in vain.

The sniper said to me with a worried look on his face.

“are you okay? Can’t you see the way?”

“hmm.”

He responded by handing her a piece of chocolate.

“wait.”

She closed her eyes for a moment while she watched.

I heard several gunshots in my sleep, but I didn’t bother to wake up.

Another day passed.

Now is the time to worry about my air-raid shelter, but I tried not to be shaken.

In this fight, the one who shakes first loses.

Between the one who tries to dry and the one who is dying, the one who twists first dies.

The opportunity came unexpectedly.

It rained suddenly in the late evening.

It’s the season and temperature when it should snow, but for some reason it rained.

The marauders pitched tents and gathered under the tents.

I think I know.

You don’t want to get caught in the rain in this chilly weather.

But when it comes to fighting, those who are less determined always go first.

Jurulook-

Near-zero rainwater runs down my forehead.

The clothes were already covered with mud, cold and rainwater, and the cold air blowing along the river evaporated the water on the clothes and brought a cold that would freeze even the lungs.

I endured all of that and moved forward with crawling.

I can see them through the breath I exhale.

Guys flirting in tents.

I aimed my sights, unlocked the safety catch, and pointed my recoilless gun at them.

The one who seemed to be the leader looked at me, but the rockets that had already exploded with a roar were rushing toward them.

Kwak!

It’s an explosive ending.

I hate it but the easiest.

*

This is the second time I have called someone to my shelter.

I brought sniper Rebecca and her daughter Sue to my shelter.

The purpose is Rebecca’s surgery.

The left foot was necrotic.

Cellulitis, once called cellulitis, was eating away at her legs and mind.

It seems that he tried to perform surgery himself by taking medicine.

“Wait a minute. Watch some videos.”

I’m a quack, too, but I’ve learned a bit about simple trauma treatment in school and on the battlefield.

There are also video tutorials, so I’ll be able to do anything.

“Skelton!”

Suu: My air-raid shelter looks like a novelty.

Well, when you see such a big and beautiful air defense shelter, your eyes will go round.

“Why is the toilet in the middle?”

“…stay by your mother’s side.”

Began surgery.

The pus was squeezed out, the wound incised, disinfected, and ointment applied.

This is the best I can do.

The remaining prognosis depends on the drug of antibiotics Kyledos left behind and Rebecca’s will.

Rebecca looked at me with a blue face and asked.

“Did you do it right? It’s nonsense, isn’t it?”

“Because I watched the video. It will be fine. Take your medicine or take it well. If you don’t want to cut off your legs.”

She looked at her left foot, which was covered in bloody bandages, and looked up at the ceiling while sweeping her hair.

“Do you have any medicine?”

“Do you still need it?”

“it’s hard.”

She sighed and said sadly.

yeah, that would be hard

I understand the hard heart.

But no medicine.

It was decided that way from the beginning.

“Take medicine won’t solve the problem.”

Rebecca nodded and burst into tears.

“I miss my hometown.”

hometown.

How long have you been listening to it?

“······And people. people who speak our language. I want to talk. Our words, not these words.”

It’s a clumsy word, but her heart touched me more deeply than any rhetoric.

I had a similar experience in a dream.

How vague and unfamiliar it is to deal with someone who speaks a different language from me.

It would have been a daily routine for her.

“Our words…”

Perhaps that accumulated vagueness made her mind sicker than her physical illness.

then there is no way

In this situation, how and what method to return her to the United States?

It was time to try to comfort her with words of resignation.

“!”

no, wait.

there is.

The magic that will grant her wish.

“hey. Rebecca.”

called her

“Come on.”

I opened my laptop and opened the community.

＜Viva! Apocalypse!＞

“what? This?”

Sue was also interested and approached.

Now it’s time to do some magic.

The magic that I thought had nothing to do with me.

The magic can be cast with just a few clicks, without a great chant or magic circle.

＜viva! apocalypse!＞

The magic has begun.

along with sluggish scrolling.

anonymous45 : Is it actually hard to look of protein-rich plants in the wild to eat if one is starving?

In_domini_LK: it depends on season and place.

PennKIX1978: Wild Amaranth is pretty high in proteins.

anonymous71 : meet my WAIFUs.

…

…

Awkward English titles.

Yes.

This is Viva Apocalypse English bulletin board.

In fact, this is the main one, and there are several times more users than us.

You can also use the translation function, but the experience of using it is on the fingers of one hand.

Korean bulletin boards are my hometown.

But to this beast from a different world than mine, the snarls of beasts of his own would suit him better.

“what. this? Could it be that someone is still alive?”

Yes, it is the echo of the same hometown.

“of course.”

Seeing Rebecca’s face brighten like a girl, I moved away.

The sniper touched the keyboard with trembling hands and eventually transmitted the language he had captured in his chest to the world.

SKELTON: Hi guys 🙂

*

“get out.”

Admit it.

This Park Gyu is not a nobleman.

“Get out.”

“Do a little more.”

“No, you did it all night. How long are you going to do it?”

“little bit more.”

The sniper is also a problem, but the daughter is also not easy.

“What is this skeleton?”

“Hey hey hey! put it on The kids can’t see it.”

It is a ghost that seeks out shameful things.

The feeling of seeing the ferrets that my older sister raised.

It was near noon when the mother and daughter were kicked out like a disaster.

“Thank you Skelton.”

“thank you! Skeleton!”

Belatedly, the mother and daughter thanked me.

The sniper whispered something to his daughter.

Suu nodded and asked me in fluent Korean.

“My mother asked me why she helped me then.”

“at that time?”

“Didn’t you change your mind when you first asked to run away?”

“that······.”

smiled brightly.

It is a story that does not need to be told.

The fact that the image of Rebecca holding Suu and looking at me with wet eyes resembles the image of her dying mother holding her sister right before she died, like a lie.

“Because they are neighbors.”

half truth

Right away, the main air defense shelter was kicked out coldly, but I also suggested giving one of the dummy air defense shelters.

Either way, this mother and daughter seem to have reached their limits.

So far, Rebecca seemed to have lingering feelings for her area.

I didn’t bother drying it.

It’s only been half a day, but I’ve been keenly aware that sharing a living space with someone other than myself isn’t as easy as it sounds.

A little more preparation is needed.

both for mother and daughter

“Just one more hour on the computer.”

“get out.”

I watched from the side of the truck as a mother and daughter climbed the stairs of an abandoned building.

Rebecca, who was moving with a limp, looked at me and bowed.

asked her out of the blue.

“Do you still need medicine?”

Rebecca shook her head with a wry smile.

Sue clung to her and waved at me.

I stayed there for a while and watched it.

There was such a thing as a magic pill.

I left, hoping that there would be a magic pill that would suit me.

“…”

At Christmas, all we have to do is exchange radio.