episode_0072

It was quite a distance to where the crazy woman’s shelter was. If it weren’t for the old man, I don’t think I would have even thought of going there.

There were so many signs with phrases like ‘Myeongdeok 40km’ and ‘Hansan 27km’ written on them that they changed the destinations and numbers several times.

I thought that even if I couldn’t do it, I must have come at least 100km. Perhaps the old man was thinking the same thing as me, so I blurted out a question to the crazy woman.

“How much is left?”

“We’re almost there. Now, if we just get over there, it’s over.”

I followed the crazy woman’s gestures and turned my gaze, and there was something like a bunker with a solid iron gate on one side of the highway.

“It doesn’t seem to be the original facility.”

The old man spoke in a wary voice and the crazy bitch started to look confident.

“Of course not. It is a masterpiece built under the supervision of the great mother. Do-hoon may not know, but we communicate with many survivor groups through this highway.”

“You want to hear that you’re great, right? Yes, you are. But is there any benefit to doing so?”

“I can’t tell you that just because you’re someone my godmother cares about. Why don’t you ask your godmother yourself?”

The old man didn’t bother to answer and kept his mouth shut. Judging from the way his hand holding me slightly tightened, he seemed to be worried about something.

A group of superhumans have privatized the highways that cross the country and are engaging in one-sided interactions with isolated groups of survivors…

The stench was so strong that it almost smelled like rot. It wouldn’t be strange to think that they were collecting bribes or requisitioning.

“I don’t know what the big secret is, but it seems like they’re keeping it tightly wrapped, so I guess they’re not too proud? ”

This isn’t the first or second time that a crazy bitch has acted like that.

If you move around together for a few days and ask the old man something he’s curious about, about five out of ten times, you’ll get an answer like that.

That’s why I said it in a fit of anger. To be honest, I was also convinced that it was going to be a dirty job.

“Sister, your words are a bit harsh. If you don’t know the situation, I wish you would keep your mouth shut. Do you know it’s a bit shameful to be hiding behind Do-hoon and doing that?”

“Hide? Me? When? It’s ridiculous to hear that?”

I’m hiding behind the old man? There’s a limit to treating people like fools.

How could anyone call me a woman who hides behind men and makes fun of them? I even felt like tearing that crazy bitch’s head off.

“You seem a little crazy. I wonder how much drugs you’ve been on. That b*tch, who’s either your godmother or Big Mama, looks like you. Babies take after their parents, right?”

“…”

Suddenly, a hammer was pointed at me. Despite its heavy weight, it swung lightly as if I was swinging a crowbar. Judging by the terrifying sound of the air being cut, I thought that if I got hit, my head would be crushed beyond recognition.

The old man’s hand caught the hammer’s pole. The hammer head that was flying towards his head stopped far away.

“Do it in moderation. Touching my partner is something I cannot compromise on.”

“Ah, there are some things I cannot compromise on, Do-Hoon.”

The crazy woman’s eyes were wide as she spoke. And although the conversation ended with the old man’s name, I could also feel that there was a lot of stories suppressed later on.

And what replaced those suppressed words was a trembling hammer handle.

I was standing next to the man and I could tell that the man’s arm was starting to tighten as the hammer handle began to shake.

It seems that Hayura is not just a human being who is called ‘godmother’ by superhumans.

Even if you just consider the title, it was absolutely impossible for them to be blood relatives, and in the case of the old man, that crazy bitch was probably just one of many test subjects, so it was a reaction that was difficult to understand.

“You crazy bitch can’t stand swearing at your parents, sorry? I didn’t know that much. I think I did it because I got angry without realizing it. After all, they’re not your biological parents, so I didn’t know you’d be so angry. But you know it’s your fault, right? Because you started the fight first.”

“XX years ago.”

Originally, crazy people would listen only if you explained the situation slowly. Honestly, all I did was give a light response to the crazy woman who suddenly came in.

At this point, I can’t help but think the other person lacks patience…

“Short story, you too, stop it.”

“Mister, that girl came at me first…”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

I felt a little bad. I was grateful that she stopped that crazy bitch for me, but I also felt like she wasn’t saying anything to me there.

How can you take the side of a woman you’ve never met before, when I’ve done so much for you?

Of course, considering the public affairs involved, it was right to refrain from doing so, but honestly, when I thought about what the dam soldiers had done to the old man and me, I wondered what the point of all that was.

What if the old man hadn’t woken up there? Even if they had rescued us later, it would have been too late, and it didn’t seem likely that the guys would have been able to successfully rescue me and the old man.

‘It seems difficult!’

‘Then come back.’

I guess he would have said the same thing. I shook my head when I thought about why I should bow down and endure such treatment for those who had no sense of duty.

But, since that’s what the old man said, even though it’s a bit annoying, the old man was originally that kind of person, and of course he’s stupid, he also has a side like Byeokchangho.

I have a broad mind, so I guess I’ll have to give in. If I don’t listen to what you say, then who will?

As I remained silent, the crazy bitch whose eyes had been rolling all over let out a deep breath and put the hammer back down. The way she glared at me was a bit murderous, but that was none of my business.

Because I’m in a position where I can’t skip that old man.

“Sorry, I know it’s annoying, but please bear with me until I’m done.”

The old man whispered to me like that. He carefully held my hand as a bonus. A warm feeling passed through my hand and into my chest, and it seemed to relieve some of the anger that had built up inside.

“I know that much too…”

I felt like he was treating me like a child, so I said that as a warning. The old man looked satisfied, as if he thought I would do well.

I couldn’t show that dissatisfied look to that old man, so I forced my face to brighten up. The old man’s face seemed to brighten up a little.

I focused on the situation again. I was about to enter the tiger’s jaws. I needed to prepare.

I didn’t take my hand out of the old man’s. Although it was still spring, the weather was a bit chilly, and it was obvious that a cool breeze would greet us once we entered the bunker.

This was not simply a matter of physical intimacy, but rather a strategic choice to preserve each other’s body temperature and maintain optimal condition.

Although the old man and I had a special relationship in the past, we were currently moving in the positions of a stupid problem solver and a capable assistant.

The bunker we entered felt very familiar. I wondered why that was.

It seemed to be because the structure was almost identical to what I had seen at Majangsan Mountain last winter.

After all, it would be strange if the designs of buildings intended to protect occupants in emergencies such as bombings were all different.

Moreover, it was within the same country.

After walking along the long, straight road, I finally came across a sturdy iron gate. It was tightly shut and didn’t look like it would open at all.

The crazy bitch approached the door. By the way, the crazy bitch had kept her mouth shut since the clash earlier. I was secretly satisfied with that sight, and the old man had said something, so I kept quiet.

The locking mechanism, which looked just like a rudder, made a loud ‘kick, kick’ noise as it turned counterclockwise.

I was reminded once again that this girl with big breasts for no reason is also quite strong.

The noise stopped and the door opened. The empty space was filled with chattering voices.

The voice I heard was by no means a woman’s. I looked at the old man just in case, and his look of confusion was obvious.

Was it right to panic? I was worried that the old man might lose his senses again and become flustered.

I put strength into my hand. The man who was holding my hand noticed my actions and made eye contact with me. I nodded.

I guess he heard my attention.

“Oh my! Sister Dahee, I’m here!”

“Joohee, you came faster than I thought? Is the man behind you the one your godmother mentioned?”

“Yeah. It was a favor from my godmother, so I brought him here safely.”

I didn’t really want to know that crazy bitch’s name, but I ended up finding it out unintentionally.

Rather than that, I wondered what on earth this place was, so I looked away from the two people’s conversation and tried to take in the space at a glance.

There were places with food stalls and places where people just opened up their stalls. The majority of those doing business were men, with a few middle-aged women making up the minority.

Just like the bunker in Majangsan, there were entrances and exits here and there that looked like the ones we came in through.

You could tell that this place was functioning as a market when you saw the door opening and closing frequently, people coming and going, and people going back and forth between the stalls and food carts to buy and sell things.

“There are places like this.”

“Welcome to the black market, Mr. Do-hoon. We don’t buy or sell bad things, we just pass through the dark places to get to the market, that’s why we call it that.”

A woman named Dahee approached the old man in a friendly manner. It seemed like she hadn’t explained to him what would happen if a crazy woman approached him like that.

“Since Mr. and I aren’t here for business, I don’t think we need a welcoming greeting. Would you like me to show you around to the woman called ‘Godmother’?”

“Crabby little girl. How about you stay out of it when the adults are talking?”

“I think it would be good for that kind of lady to read the mood. We also have more busy business than we thought.”

I ended up cutting off the words that were about to get longer. To be honest, I wondered if the old man wanted to stay here for a long time, so he didn’t stop me.

The uncle’s tacit permission, but I didn’t forget the uncle’s request earlier. Unlike the uncle, I’m someone who strictly keeps promises.

A woman named Dahee looked at the old man’s expression. Then she turned her head and went away.

The crazy bitch started to move. It wasn’t towards the black market, but towards one of the iron gates that were firmly shut.