Apocalypse Shelter Administrator - Chapter 422



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EP.422Sea Survivalism

There was a topic of discussion that was frequently discussed on the Internet before the war.

It’s a story about ‘how to survive safely in a zombie apocalypse.’

It was popular at a time when zombie media was being widely consumed and conspiracy theories about a Martian spaceship were surfacing.

The best choice has already been decided. No matter what anyone says, there is no better countermeasure than this shelter.

But this city is so out of the norm, let’s look at it more realistically.

A variety of ideas have been floating around, but the most common is individual and family bunkers.

-Hey, how long do you think you can last with that? Drinking water just falls from thin air. If there’s a war, the water pipes will be cut off.

-Uh, groundwater?

-They say it’s not easy to find a place where groundwater flows and build a bunker.

But as much as it was talked about, there was also a lot of rebuttal.

-The food problem is also big. Even if you stockpile canned goods, there will eventually come a day when they run out.

-Isn’t piling them up a problem? They have an expiration date, so who knows when the apocalypse will happen? It’d be a shame if you piled them up and they exploded after the expiration date.

Problems with electricity, healthcare, heating and cooling, and sewage were also raised.

-What kind of nice country is this where all four seasons are alive? It’s so hot in the summer and you’re freezing to death in the winter. How can you survive in a bunker? Most people would build a semi-basement.

-No matter what you do, there will be steam or smoke coming out, so your location will be completely exposed. Then, robbers will come rushing in.

The deeper I delved into the story, the more it became a total mess.

The landmass is small, the population density is high, and environmental conditions are poor, so it is not conducive to survivalism.

Whenever the discussion becomes pessimistic, there is a group that always appears.

-The answer is the sea!

-Why do you have to dig a hole and hide? Do you want to live your whole life without seeing sunlight? You need to synthesize vitamin D too!

– Come to the clean sea free from violence! If you’re hungry, just fish, and if you’re thirsty, just purify your water! You can also use solar panels to your heart’s content without worrying about looting!

They were people who wanted to set sail on the sea with a ship equipped with survival facilities and drift indefinitely.

– I don’t think it’s necessary to go to the sea. The storm is scary. It might be nice to go to a somewhat uninhabited island.

-You can do fishing in a similar way anyway, and if you have a water source, you don’t need purified water, right?

There are also more moderate uninhabited island factions.

Of course, they could not have predicted that sea monsters would take over the sea after the outbreak of the infection.

-You stupid things. No matter how much you think about it with your inferior brain, it’s meaningless in the face of a true disaster. Instead of spending time debating meaningless things, buy a shelter permit that’s currently being built. There’s no better investment than that.

Some suggested that they move into the shelter that was being built at the time. This claim was immediately carpet-bombed.

-What do you mean the price of a residence there is much more expensive than buying a house in Seoul?

-Fuck your speech!

-Those kinds of kids are the worst.

-That guy is clearly blocking updates, so how did he get through?

-Did you do the gangcha properly?

-Uh. I can’t even use VPN since it’s a regular member ID. What is this?

In the end, most of these stories were consumed as one-time chatter, and few people seriously prepared for survival after the destruction.

Those with private vessels, including fishermen, did attempt to escape to the sea in the early stages of the war.

Even so, medium-sized and larger ships were requisitioned by the state, while smaller ships returned to land due to lack of supplies or were sunk by sea monsters.

But there are people in this world who overcome seemingly impossible odds.

Interest in survivalism.

Sufficient financial resources.

A hobby that goes beyond owning a boat to operating one.

Early detection of marine monster hazards.

The good fortune of being able to avoid conscription by the state.

There were people abroad who met all of these difficult conditions.

They lived a peaceful life, drifting on the seas, even as the whole world turned into hell.

The lack of communication access and the inability to know the situation on land is not a disadvantage, since the only stories coming out are desperate ones.

After six years, they too began to want to settle down on land where the danger was less severe. They couldn’t live like this forever.

While searching for a slightly better utopia, I learned about the Korean Peninsula.

The safest and most abundant land in the world, which swallowed up Manchuria and is jokingly called the Manhan Peninsula.

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After finishing the shelter morning report and chatting with Artemis, an alarm went off from the manual.

[The yacht you have marked as a favorite has entered the South Sea.]

“Oh?! Put it on the screen.”

The screen that had been showing the shelter view suddenly turned into a blue sea.

Among them, a ship that I have been interested in for some time moves forward.

Looking at the minimap, the location is between the east of Jeju Island and Fukue Island, the westernmost island of Japan.

“That wasn’t a ship that was hastily launched during an infectious disease outbreak. It was a ship that was meticulously prepared.”

Artemis displayed the yacht model name and detailed specifications on the screen. It also highlighted in blue the parts of the hull that were different from the original.

“After you’re done with the grooming, please give me a foot massage too.”

“I will follow your orders.”

The lady is lying sideways on the private sofa, having Ayla trim her toenails.

The ship on the screen is intricately equipped with a device to collect water on rainy days and a plastic film that collects moisture from the air.

There are unique installations scattered throughout, including a crane-like device.

“What are all those?”

“Devices for catching crustaceans on the seabed, devices for catching squid, and nets for catching fish in shallow waters. Most of them are related to fishing.”

“Are you trying to sell fish in this day and age?”

“No. It’s not a structure suitable for mass capture. It’s a system that allows you to catch a variety of things in small quantities. I guess they wanted to enjoy a wide range of delicacies even if they were self-sufficient.”

“It must have cost a lot of money.”

As expected, the price list of yachts immediately makes me exclaim in admiration.

“Even if I worked hard to save up my salary before the war, it would be difficult.”

“They say buying is not the problem. The reason yachts are a hobby for the truly rich is because of the maintenance costs. Even if you only use them a few times a year, if you keep them for 4 or 5 years, the cost will be much more than the purchase price. Even those are medium-sized yachts.”

“I guess you survived thanks to that moderation.”

Life at sea after the pandemic is much more difficult than you might think.

First of all, it has to be a sailing yacht. Before the problem of fuel supply, motor power is impossible to survive when sea monsters stick to it.

For something like a generator, you can temporarily anchor it on an uninhabited island and run it, but for a large ship that needs a motor to move, there is no answer.

It can’t be too small, as it needs space to withstand the wind and waves and to house warehouses and other facilities.

So it has to be the ‘right’ size, but the most difficult thing is to be right.

Moreover, when it comes to that scale, you can’t manage a ship by yourself. You need several people with specialized skills, such as navigation and ship repair.

Therefore, it is impossible for a rich person who says, ‘I’m a survivalist!’ to survive in the sea just by buying a yacht.

This is only possible for groups that have had an interest in and knowledge of ship operations from the beginning.

Of course, there are exceptions.

These are people who live a tribal life on a remote island far from civilization, sailing on log boats. They live well even while the whole world is in ruins.

The Sentinelese people of India, famous as the last primitive people on Earth, also fall into this category.

There are several lifeboats containing skeletons on the coast of the island.

This is because a small number of survivors initially arrived on the island by boat, were shot by arrows and left to die.

[Radio signals detected from the Favorite Yacht. Are you listening?]

The manual asked.

An icon symbolizing a sound wave appears on the screen, and the Y and N marks blink.

“Of course. I wonder what people who have lived at sea for six years would say.”

“Surely you never anchored? You must have stopped at islands or safe-looking ports here and there. If you stay at sea for six years, you’ll lose your mind before the ship’s condition improves.”

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“Is that so too?”

“Jinsoo, you said that right away.”

Artemis pointed at me with her big toe.

“Anyway, that habit of kicking with your feet…”

Well, I’ll let it slide because it’s sexy.

“Don’t you remember how, while everyone else was suffering in the hellish outside, you sang a song about being bored and wanting to go out, even in the VIP area where everything was provided?”

“…I was immature back then.”

As an administrator, it was difficult to maintain sane judgment when everyone in the shelter was dead and turned into monsters.

“I was full because there was always a girl by my side who listened to my complaints. If it weren’t for you, I would have run off alone to repair the shelter and died.”

“Okay, I know.”

Artemis handed the foot she had been pointing at to Ayla.

Ayla accepts the sudden interruption to her work politely, as if she were used to it.

After finishing trimming the toenails, I filled my hands with oil. I applied it carefully from Artemis’s toes to her calves and then started massaging her.

“Huh!”

I pressed the Y button while listening to my wife’s cute moans.

A communication from the yacht’s survivors has been received, in English, requiring no translation.

[We buy antibiotics and wool. We will give preferential treatment to those who bring oil or chemical fertilizers.]

It was a merchant’s broadcast.

In the old world, the beginning of a meeting was a greeting, but in today’s world, the beginning of a meeting is a transaction.

Because the world is the world, the idea of ​​friendship without a price is rather suspicious. It is said that the situation is less severe in Korea, but it is very severe in other countries.

[There are tuna and crab. We brought back many precious delicacies that cannot be obtained by coastal fishing. We are all technicians. We also repair machinery.]

They were experts in navigation and machinery, without which sea survivalism would be impossible.

“He was floating around, selling both goods and technology.”

At that time, several communications from Jeju Island were sent to the yacht.

It was something like, “I’ll do the deal, so stop here and there.”

In the camps belonging to the fallen government, they spoke fluent English, and in the camps belonging to the civilians, they spoke in the halting English of a college student.

But the yacht survivors’ answers were sharp.

[Don’t buy, don’t buy. You know that island is fucked up, so what are you trying to scam me with? You’re planning on sticking a gun on me when I dock, right? Right?]

Artemis, who was listening, burst into laughter.

“Those guys have good information capabilities. This must be their first time entering Korean waters.”

“Isn’t that obvious? In six years of living at sea, you’ve probably been anchored more than once or twice, and you’ve avoided plunder all along. The ship’s interior must be fully equipped with communications and reconnaissance equipment.”

At that moment, the drones were returning to the ship. There were four of them. It seemed that they had already briefly surveyed the area.

Communication between Jeju Island and foreign yachts continued.

The gentlemanly tone of business they had started off with had disappeared and they were now exchanging insults.

[You’re suspicious from the moment you meet me! You won’t take my yacht even if I give it to you. Just come near me and I’ll put a bullet hole in you!]

[Pardon?]

Perhaps because their emotions were running high, they couldn’t communicate with each other because they were swearing in Korean.

“Was the route taken closer to the east of Jeju Island rather than the west because they wanted to take refuge in a Japanese island in case of emergency?”

“I guess so. When the time comes, it’s better to choose between the infected land of Eastern China and the lawless land of Jeju Island.”

Looking at the ship’s course, it seems that they have carefully considered the route before entering and chosen a safe route.

The foreign yachts are trying to communicate again. Their first destination appears to be Yeosu.

Although he had never set foot in Korea, he had a good grasp of the situation.

[We also handle copper wire and brewed liquor. There is no place we haven’t been. We have everything, whether it’s materials or technology, so please come visit us often!]

A white man wearing shorts and a short sleeve shirt stretched on the deck and leaned against the railing.

Then he urinates towards the sea. Right next to him, there are two young women collecting laundry fluttering in the sea breeze.

The women were wearing bikinis because they were working on a hot day.

The man who finished urinating roughly shook off the dirt and inspected the field on his stomach. It seemed that the yield would be considerable, as dozens of rectangular agricultural flower pots were placed there.

“Edible cactus, tomatoes, and arugula. They are all crops that require little water.”

Artemis told me.

If we keep seeing communications going back and forth for trade, there must be other parties involved.

“Was the hurdle for ocean survivalism really too high?”

As someone who once participated in survivalist debates, I felt sad.

Because it’s the internet dialogue that was given as an example at the beginning.

‘Come to the clean sea away from plunderers! If you’re hungry, just fish, and if you’re thirsty, just purify your water!!’

Because I was the one who claimed that.

By the way, it was Artemis who said, ‘You stupid things. Instead of discussing pointless things, why don’t you buy shelter passes?’

The foreign yachtmen entered into negotiations with the Yeosu garrison border unit.

[Can you move to the specified location?]

The communications officer on the Yeosu side asks in fluent English.

[Of course! Thank you for your hard work day and night!]

It’s a different, more gentle voice than before.

[It is a very orderly and peaceful place, just as I heard. It is incomparable to other countries where violence and barbarism are rampant. I guess it is because the soldiers of the Republic of Korea are working hard to protect it.]

These people didn’t survive six years at sea for nothing.

The boat suddenly stopped.

Then people came out from inside. They were all men, four of them, including the one who had just urinated.

“Huh?”

Everyone took off their clothes and jumped into the sea, splashing around loudly.

“What are they doing? Aren’t they going to make a deal? Why are they playing in the water all of a sudden…”

“It’s not water play. Look closely.”

Artemis adjusts the drone carrier’s camera magnification to enlarge the screen.

“Oh, it was washing.”

The last man to jump was holding a basket. What they thought was a water bottle was actually a small sponge used to wipe various parts of their bodies.

This would be possible because it is a sea where you can bathe at any time.

“I guess he doesn’t want to give his business partner a petty impression. It’s the little things like that that determine the other person’s status.”

Artemis nodded, seeming to like it.

“But isn’t sea water bad for your skin? Even if the pollution is gone, it’s still salty.”

“There will be a separate shower facility on the ship. However, since we need to conserve purified water, we will first wash off the sweat and dirt with seawater. After that, we will wash off the remaining salt with purified water and we will be done.”

“There was that way too.”

The men even used soap. Since they were in the sea, it was almost like rubbing their bodies with soap, and white foam spread out.

Before the war, environmental groups would have thought that this would have caused a recession, but now that pollution has stopped, it would have no effect on the world.

Compared to India or China, which fill large trucks with garbage and dump it into the ocean.

Naked men climbed up a ladder attached to the side of the ship.

After that, it was the women’s turn. They were getting naked female bodies one after another. There were seven of them.

There are all types of women, from Asian women who appear to be of Indian descent, to white women, to brown-skinned Latinas, to black women with long flowing hair who may be mixed race.

There were no children, middle-aged people, or grandmothers; they were all young women. It seemed clear that they were live-in women in a business relationship, not family.

As expected in the apocalypse era, everyone has a slim body due to a balance between food and labor.

The swimsuit marks were clear, like those of women who have been to the beach or worked in the sun.

“These kids were forming a harem.”

“Where did you sell our true conscience?”

“Ahem!”

I was speechless at my wife’s criticism.

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