Hiding the House in the Apocalypse

30. golf (2)

My air defense shelter is a place I picked and picked while exploring numerous areas across the country.

The place where the main air defense shelter is located is a hillside that is more like a hill than a mountain, but the back part with the valley has a steep slope close to a cliff, and the gentle hillside on the other side has a gentle slope, but in reality a small hill obstructs the view. is a structure

It’s not a particularly good terrain to defend, but it’s the best terrain to fool your opponent’s eyes.

It is a bonus that it is advantageous to secure the view because there is a hill.

In a word, stealth and reconnaissance were more important than defense.

It is a very natural trend that the people brought by Jo Sung-yong did not approach this direction.

At first glance, you can see everything there is, but there is nothing that really catches your interest.

They focused their search around the US military base where the airport is located and spread westward to the south.

The day has passed.

People set up tents and built a fire.

There is not much to eat, but unlike Seoul, there are many things to burn around, so I seemed to like it.

But overnight the temperature dropped to 18 degrees below zero.

The next day they searched the village.

A group of two or three middle-aged women hung around my area, but they found nothing.

He wandered around the entrance to the dummy shelter, but the entrance was blocked with dirt and rocks.

You’d have to dig with a shovel to find the entrance, but the cold, sharp wind that came over the hills, unique to my realm, banished them from my realm.

“Oops. is this a tomb? What’s the atmosphere like? Why share the wind?”

These are the feelings of a woman heard through a wiretapping device.

Another day passed.

The people who were brought by Cho Sung-yong went wrong this time.

Let alone my territory, I began to advance into the vast fields and hills of the eastern region.

Coincidentally, that day, Cho Sung-yong’s truck visited the golf course again.

People started complaining and complaining.

Their voices didn’t reach this far, but it didn’t seem difficult to know what they were talking about.

It seems that he asked to stop the meaningless mission.

The speakers attached to Jo Sung-yong’s truck rang loudly.

“Calm down. Citizens. I’ll be back with a bus soon. Be patient. A warm home and food awaits you!”

The truck carrying Cho Sung-yong left the scene, and a light armored vehicle that had been standing in the middle of the golf course left the scene with a roar.

All that was left were the 100 or so ordinary people he had brought with him.

Until then, I couldn’t figure out Jo Sung-yong’s intentions.

Why did he release close to a hundred people.

Why the hell are you going to the trouble of trying to catch me?

Paranoid psychosis may be one of the reasons, but there must be others.

4 days have passed since then.

The bus didn’t come, and there was no communication on the radio.

Cho Sung-yong and his party literally evaporated.

Those who waited in poor tents, leaning on a thin fire in the hope that the bus would come, slowly and surely learned their fate.

they are abandoned

Jo Seong-yong brought him as a change of mood and threw him into the wilderness.

In the frozen ground, people looked at each other’s faces, not knowing what to do.

*

Their first reaction was anger.

“Yaaa! Chosungyoooong!!!!!!!”

The echo of someone’s fury echoed over the golf course.

A group of men with guns gathered and glared at the north.

It was unclear what they were talking about, but it seemed that some strongly expressed their opinion to go north and fix Jo Sung-yong.

While the men vented their rage, the women sat around the dying campfire and talked or listened with their arms folded beside the men.

By afternoon the people were split in two.

He seemed to be someone who wanted to stay here and wait for Jo Sung-yong.

An intense roar erupted from both sides.

While they were in fierce confrontation, they connected to the community.

There was always something I was curious about.

Pioneers, Pioneers, Pioneers.

At first, they all seemed to be in one bucket, but there was a superiority and inferiority among them and a direction.

SKELTON: What the hell is a pioneering party? Anyone know?

To be clear, I asked a question on the message board.

I spent time doing other things for a while because I was an unpopular user who didn’t comment well.

beep—

The battery tester informed me that charging was complete.

After a lot of hard work, I finally succeeded in recharging the Javelin’s battery.

I’ll have to go to the sniper’s hideout to see if it’s working properly.

It’s not enough to just use it right now, and you have to watch that the voltage is maintained without discharging while it is attached to the Javelin.

I put the charged battery in my bag and checked my laptop.

There were several comments.

Roka_hun: Isn’t that an organization that manages pioneers?

keystone: Those bastards? These are the bastards who manage the pioneers. Only very dog-like people gathered.

unicorn18 : What is your SUNBI ID?

“…because I’m not a scholar.”

It was the reporter Yangban who gave the accurate information.

Not long after I posted the question, whether he saw my post or was thinking of writing something unrelated to my post, a reporter posted an article about the Pioneer Corps.

Gijayangban : About Pioneer Corps.txt

– I don’t like writing long texts and I don’t think I’ll read them, so I only write a 3-line summary.

1. In the country, people are regarded as property, so they accommodate a lot of people in big cities.

2. They are no longer needed

3. An organization that sends out unnecessary people is a pioneering group.

What was vaguely thought turned out to be exactly the reality.

The Pioneer Corps, as the name suggests, is not an enterprising group that clears the barren land and reclaims the land.

They are disposal organizations that take people from the city and dump them out.

Lieutenant Colonel Choi, who came to my territory, the pioneers I dealt with with Defender, and Jo Sung-yong, who came to my territory this time, can all be understood in that context.

Throwing useless humans on useless land to eat each other.

Cho Sung-yong would not have thrown people like this from the beginning.

The needle thief was a cow thief, and he threw people little by little, but now he boldly threw people into the wilderness.

The abandoned are out there.

they are still arguing

Whether to go north or stay here waiting for the bus.

The man who insisted on staying was especially loud and his every action was aggressive.

Perhaps weighed down by his momentum, the people couldn’t come to an agreement and went back to their tents.

Another day passed.

It seems that the verb came out.

People lifted the frozen corpse from the tent and carried it across the ridge.

Someone’s death is a source of strong persuasive power to someone.

Those who wanted to leave prevailed, and most of them sided with them.

There were about 10 people left, but the number gradually decreased and eventually, when people left for Bukjjak, only one remained.

It was the man who shouted so loudly that the entire golf course reverberated yesterday.

Maybe fifty? Even though he was skinny, he was a man with a broad face that looked fleshy and was overflowing with energy to the point of being excessive in every action.

He cursed at the people leaving and lit a fire next to the tent.

Are you still waiting for Jo Sung-yong in this situation?

that’s great faith

Suddenly, I had another neighbor, but I didn’t contact him.

The possibility that it was a trap planted by Jo Sung-yong cannot be ruled out.

If so, this is an opportunity in a sense.

How would that person react when the generator was operated at this distance?

Lieutenant Colonel Choi’s group was too close to help, and during the last cold wave, smoke was raised in broad daylight, so there is room for extenuating circumstances.

What I care about most is the noise.

I couldn’t hear it from my own listening position, but there are people in this world who have better ears than I do.

I waited for bad weather to be cautious.

The weather was getting warmer, but the thermometer was still pointing below zero.

The man steadfastly endured and endured in his tent alone.

How much food will there be left?

It doesn’t seem very generous.

If you see a nutrition bar that tasted like dog food mixed with an unknown grass that has started to sprout in a pot you picked up and then boil it and eat it.

There were heavy rain clouds in the north that evening.

It was pouring rain mixed with sleet at night.

The long-awaited bad weather has arrived.

I tried running the generator.

What kind of reaction will it have?

The man didn’t react.

Even though Skeleton’s heart was beating so vigorously that the whole of my shelter shuddered, the man did not move.

I went outside and checked the man’s reaction.

shoot ah—

In the increasingly thick rain, the sound of my generator was clearly audible.

But, that’s not all.

bang! Tattang! bang!

A distant gunshot came from the north.

The man heard gunshots.

The gunshots coming from the north, where he had passed, and who had returned with him.

The storm passed and a clear morning came.

The temperature rose noticeably.

The mercury column was pointing at 10 degrees.

Amidst the chirping of the birds, the man slowly walked out of the tent.

He looked around for a long time, especially to the north, and then suddenly sang.

It was a gagok-style song, not a popular song.

It didn’t sound like a good call. The songs I liked seemed to be of that type.

The man who pulled out a cool song, like a boy, broke a wooden stick, climbed the ridge, and looked around the golf course.

After a while he put a pebble on the floor and got into a golfing stance.

He put his finger to his eye to gauge the distance, then hit the rock with a smooth swing.

The swing was splendid, but the stones flew only a few meters.

The man broke the tree branch by himself and said, E-Ray! made a sound

He just disappeared over the ridge and didn’t show up for a while.

It was about an hour later that the man appeared outside the ridge.

He had a golf club and a golf ball in his hand and even wore a golf cap on his head.

What are you trying to do?

Is it because this is a golf course?

After a while, he stopped in one place, bent over, and mowed the grass.

What are you trying to do?

I looked through the telescope at the place where the man grazed.

“what?”

An exclamation came out of his mouth.

There was a hidden hole under the weeds that had been pulled out.

I didn’t know either.

that there would be a hall there.

Not only there.

He found the golf course one after another and restored it to its pre-war condition as if it were his home.

The unknown man started his own rounding.

widely!

With a brisk swing, the golf ball soared into the sky.

I don’t know much about golf, but even as an outsider, I could tell that he wasn’t average.

But a golf course full of weeds seemed to be incapable of accepting such a great golfer.

From time to time, the ball fell through dried weeds, was hit by brush and bounced off, or fell into a pit covered with trash from the US military base.

Each time he shouted, but he couldn’t erase the emotion of pleasure firmly fixed on his face.

I came to a conclusion while looking at that delightful face.

This person is not Jo Sung-yong’s flirt.

just left

But why did it stay?

to wait for the bus?

That’s not it. I don’t think he expected the bus to come either.

The only time he saw the north was when people left and when gunshots rang out.

A bold assumption, coupled with the man’s pleasant face, began to sprout in my brain with quite persuasive power.

Maybe the bus wasn’t good enough for him?

So I lied about waiting for the bus and wasn’t forced to stay?

If he insisted on staying to play golf, people would have dragged him by force.

As a result, the man is now using a luxurious country club with memberships worth 1.8 billion won, alone.

It is a luxury that even chaebols cannot afford.

After several trials and errors, the last ball went into the last hole.

The man’s rounding, which was both long and short, was over.

“Cheer up!”

Fierce fighting sounds could be heard from here.

The man looked around with a smile on his face.

No one is here.

The caddy who stood by him, and the gallery. Other members who don’t want to look ugly.

His smile gradually faded.

It wasn’t a very nice sight.

It seems he had the same thought.

Before the smile on his lips was erased, the man suddenly took out a pistol from his chest and pulled the trigger while still smiling.

bang!

The last golfer collapsed.

The golf course fell into a long silence again.

A few innocent sparrows gathered like a gallery and quickly left.

*

Did you say that nothing in the world is completely useless?

Even human waste like Cho Sung-yong was sometimes helpful.

chouchou: Someone please help me. The pioneers are out there!

edgy.

I’ve heard bad things about this friend.

After I left, he said he had a fight with Diesirae while carrying the girl’s corpse.

If other colleagues hadn’t stopped it, he might have been burned along with the other corpses.

Although I am a low-level user who is not popular in the community, I am still a member of the community.

Chocho is no longer being treated as a colleague.

If you look at the number of views, you’re writing something that could become popular, but nobody is commenting on it.

“…”

They say I’m not good at the Internet.

In fact, it may seem like that.

But this time something struck me.

SKELTON: Who is it? The ones who attacked your air-raid shelter?

It was the first time I commented on an edgy post that was ignored by the group due to a tacit agreement.

chouchou: It’s a person named Jo Seong-yong!

Chocho answered immediately.

SKELTON: Leader of the 22nd Pioneer Corps?

chouhou: How did you know? that’s right. I think it was. I’m in a big hurry right now This is from Gimpo. Can you come?

SKELTON: Close. Yeah, how did he find you?

chouchou: sewage plumbing! He talked about the smell of sh*t and found me there!

SKELTON: Did you touch any corpses nearby?

chouchou : Oh, I’m in a hurry. I don’t have time to talk. where are you? Skeleton? close? Can you help me?

deliberately suffocated.

As expected, he sent me a personal message first.

A message from chouchou: You touched a woman’s body.

SKELTON: No, did you touch something other than a woman’s body?

He tries to talk privately via message, but I comment on the bulletin board for everyone to see.

chouchou: Gross! got a gun But what about the female body? When did I say that? are you kidding now?

SKELTON: That’s right~

I showed everything I wanted to show.

With this, our users will know the name and method of Jo Sung-yong.

Also the fact that he has a sh*t fetish.

Of course, I was cursed at by one person.

chouchou: Skeleton is a bastard! Right before I die? Are you playing with people? you’re so f*cking i know your face If you survive here, I’m going to kill you first! It looks like a dick and f*ck it!

In the past, if you swear on the Internet, your blood would spurt backwards, but it is just funny that you recite Poongwol in 3 months from Seodanggae.

Is that why?

SKELTON : Nuye Nuye~

It has reached the point where even this kind of leisure is pampered.

However, this high level elicited an unexpected response.

Message from Defender: Come~

“?”

This is just the beginning.

Anonymous 848: What does Skelton do when he’s a bastard?

Anonymous 458: I’m going to play like this a long time ago

DragonC: Oh, is this guy who knows how to play?

Dies_irea69 : I told you. Skelton In real life, he’s a decent and solid friend.

keystone: Well done breaking the block.

…

…

There was thunderous applause.

However, in the midst of the cheers I received for the first time, a message arrived that I couldn’t get past.

Message from 183cm88kg18cm : John Nannon

“uh?”