Hiding the House in the Apocalypse - Hiding the House in the Apocalypse chapter 6

6. guests

My air defense shelter is a secluded and quiet place, but it’s not an uninhabited island, so sometimes there are things hanging around.

The first type is the scavenger.

Unlike looters, they are people who only aim for things that do not belong to the owner, and they are people who roam the ruins and scrape everything they can take care of.

What appeared in my area was a group of 20 scavengers who rode the green bus.

They focused their search on the airbase side, but some wandered toward my hideout.

The scavengers took a moment to inspect the industrial waste that had accumulated in my territory, then angrily returned to the air base.

The second type is nomads.

Unlike scavengers, they are more interested in real estate than objects.

There were very few hordes of nomads around my shelter.

No one wants to live in an ugly land like a desolate tomb.

Sometimes non-humans come to visit.

It is a mutation.

Animals infected with the mutation factor maintain their pre-infection habits and behavior, but it was the mutation dog that came to my territory.

Fearing that the original version was not a dog, they came in groups.

Each mutation dog is the size of a lion.

Not a good opponent.

The sharp power that can crush concrete walls, the main power that can chase a running car, and the toughness that cannot be killed even with multiple rifle bullets.

There is always a leader in a pack of dogs, but the ones who came to my house also had a leader.

It was a mutation dog called Gold, with golden fur.

He’s very cunning and cruel, and he’s such a nuisance that the city of Seoul puts a bounty on him, but no one has been able to hunt him down.

Of course, I have no intention of hunting him either.

It’s dangerous, but it’s actually the keeper of our family’s honor. Why?

While they roamed around my shelter, I hid in the shelter and waited for them to pass.

Mutations do not bring only advantages.

Mutated dogs have a significantly lower sense of smell than before the mutation.

They chased the faint smell of people and life, but they couldn’t find me.

I passed the immediate crisis safely, but they dumped a lot of sh*t in my shelter, and while they were over my head, I had to have a terrible experience of chewing only water from a water purifier and biscuits for three days.

Occasionally, hordes of zombies came.

Zombies are mutated human corpses, and they act as everyone imagines.

It’s the kind that has no intelligence, runs in groups, and increases allies at random.

Mutation dogs have a weaker sense of smell than before the mutation, whereas humans become more sensitive to smell when they become zombies.

They must have come because they smelled the beautiful dishes I was making.

But what can I do?

The entrance to my shelter is hidden and protected with reinforced alloy.

They wandered around the smelly vents before moving to nearby cities in search of other food.

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Gunshots rang out throughout the night, so a mad sniper from down town must have entered the town.

The above cases are rare, and most of them spent a quiet and leisurely day.

I left the radio and walkie-talkie on all the time, sunbathing, cooking barbecues, and occasionally daring to walk in my pants by the nearby creek, catching bullfrogs and minnows.

I hear that in the north, wars are waged every day because of monsters and mutations flocking in from the destroyed North Korea, and in the south, local government subsidies are struggling with only meager finances and resources, but it sounded like a story from another world to me.

It’s so peaceful and beautiful.

After hanging out the laundry under the scorching sun and sterilizing in the sun, I lay down on the floor for a while and stared at the sky.

If you lie on the dirt floor with an arm pillow and watch the clouds flow by, you feel like a freshman.

I think I enjoyed this kind of peace for about a year and a half after the war broke out.

But nothing is permanent in this world.

Around the late spring day when the haze rises, drones began appearing in the sky one by one.

They are called quarter drones because they have four wings. This drone is the answer to the reason why I do not use common and comfortable solar power.

No matter how well you make a hiding place, if you have solar panels that are easily visible, all you have to do is advertise that I am here, kill me and rob it all.

In fact, as far as I know, community users have been solar fanatics.

Sunpower: Solar power is convenient, efficient, and cheap, so why not use it? (I really don’t know, so I asked)

Perhaps the friend knew the answer to that question when looters stormed the shelter.

There are two main types of people who fly drones in the back wasteland, not the front.

One is a government agency looking for mutations, monsters, and outlaws.

The other is predators looking for food.

Viva! Watching the delightful friends of Apocalypse! disappear one by one, we were able to achieve self-objectification.

It is true that we are better prepared than others, but in the eyes of others, we are no more and no less than treasure goblins.

Naturally, large groups of survivalists prevailed in the community.

Anonymous 424: You can survive as an individual or as a family. But wait a minute. In order to survive for a long time, you must eventually form a group.

Dies_irae69 : We’ve increased the number of combatants to fifteen. It’s a bit difficult even with my stockpile, but I can’t stand it otherwise.

I don’t agree with their thoughts.

Wait a minute or two, maybe you can stop it.

But the other person is also human.

Hungry and jealous.

It will most likely return with a bigger and stronger group.

Food, clothes, everything convenient for life, but would you leave it alone?

The most important thing is to be invisible.

Even the headhunter who had been unblocked a while ago had his own rationality for killing.

Because the dead don’t talk.

Anyway, it is certain that there is a threat lurking in my realm.

I self-sealed my favorite sunbathing, sun sterilization, and outdoor cooking, and watched the situation from inside the air-raid shelter.

Clearly there are drones flying around my territory.

Reconnaissance was concentrated throughout the week, mainly between noon and 1 p.m., with occasional drone launches at sunset at staggered times.

The drone came from north-northwest and disappeared due north, implying the possibility that the drone operator was moving a wide range in a vehicle.

However, there were no overnight flights.

The performance of the drone, especially the camera, is not suitable for shooting in the dark, and there is a risk of loss, so it seems to be trying to minimize the risk.

He also likes to do gymnastics on a moonlit night, so he forbade going out during the day and only came out at night to breathe in the fresh air and lead a peaceful day.

Then one day.

A popular post has been posted in the community.

Dongtanmom: It was fun during that time.

I clicked

I saw something floating in the sky, so I said something, and it’s a drone.

I only noticed it once, but it was unlucky for a looter.

I don’t have time for a long post and they’re welding my door open.

Thank you all for posting good articles, and it was fun thanks to you all.

P.s. If there is an explosion from the Dongtan side, know that it will be mine. It is equivalent to 10 tons of TNT.

It wasn’t long after I read the article that I felt a faint vibration along with a dull explosion in the distance.

That was the friend’s last post.

Many users were worried about him and asked how he was doing, but he did not answer.

Only one, a self-proclaimed psychopathic headhunter, made a cynical comment.

Defender: A post without certification, believe it? Opening doors with a welder, but you have time to type on the keyboard and not to take pictures? What about the nickname Koraji? Dongtan mom? Isn’t that just an aggro seed?

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It wasn’t until two days later that I found the wrecked truck.

There were about 10 people in the truck, half of whom were seriously injured, lying in the bed, screaming in pain, and the rest, with distraught faces, were barely following the crawling truck.

It wasn’t difficult to recognize them.

is a plunderer

Killing others and stealing things to live.

I remembered the last post of dongtanmam I saw yesterday.

Could it be that these friends were the ones who attacked Dongtan Mom?

I could feel the gentle spirit of life welling up inside me.

Certainly that is an easy prey.

Enough reason to kill him.

but did not touch

Because this is my territory.

In order to declare an area as your territory, you must know everything about it.

I know.

That the road they are walking on is the hunting ground of the group of ‘Gold’, a mutant dog.

Injured humans, who walk slowly, are the best prey for mutation dogs to hunt.

Soon after smelling the blood, the group of Golds wandering the south revealed their terrifying appearances one by one.

As the name suggests, Gold, a dignified and ugly mutant dog with golden fur, let out a ferocious roar like a mixture of a wolf and a bear, announcing their appearance.

“aaagh!”

“Mo, it’s a monster!”

The fate of the looters, who could not distinguish between mutations and monsters, was obvious.

Tata Tang!

The looters fired guns, but when the bull-sized bulldogs rushed in dodging the bullets or taking the bullets with their muscular bodies, humans became just prey for the ugly dogs.

There was a terrible scream and the sound of bones being chewed, and even that soon died down.

The moment when a group of looters is annihilated.

Is the ghost of Dongtan Mom watching this?

What kind of face would it be if you were looking at it?

Maybe it’s a bright smile?

however. human world.

It’s not that tough.

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Dongtanmom: Cuckoo!

Dongtan mom was alive!

The guy who announced his urgent end with a tragic tone just a while ago is alive and well, cuckoo! That’s what’s messing around.

Users who were worried about him commented like Deukdal.

Anonymous848: No, what is it? was it fishing?

Kyle_Dos: Wow, he’s been fishing for the first time in a place like this. Are you a person?

Anonymous 458: It’s not that place, is it okay if you do something like this? Apologize to everyone before blocking.

SKELTON: It really makes me angry.

Dongtan Mom posted an apology to the users’ winning torch.

Dongtanmom: Sorry. I had a depression attack, so I wrote an article that was different from the facts without my knowledge.

Dongtan mom continued to fish habitually after that, but the reason why he, a shepherd boy himself, has not been able to do this until now is because he did not know how to set up a satellite antenna.

But everything has an end.

Dongtanmom : This time it’s not a joke, it’s for real! Dangerous! Actually, this is not Dongtan, but Gwanggyo. There are about five people out there! Please, anyone near you, please come and help! Please make a sound of firecrackers. please!

This time, I also uploaded a picture of Yongke.

The first picture is a scene of five people filmed on a blurry closed-circuit TV, the second picture is a scene where black smoke flows from the duct pipe leading to the ventilation in a messy air-raid shelter, and the third picture is a scene where boxes with TNT written on them are piled up like a mountain. was

That’s Dongtan Mom’s last post.

But maybe this is also his lie.

Most of the users, including me, thought that Dongtan Mom caused the usual lying fit this time too.

It’s so obvious that the only thing that has no choice but to write TNT in meteor on the ramen box.

The truth remains to be seen.

Because our wise headhunter left a word.

Defender : There was a very loud explosion in the Gwanggyo area. 10 tons of TNT is supposed to have enough firepower. Dongtan mom, this old man, is he finally behind?

By the way, this friend of a human hunter lived around Gwanggyo.

don’t go near