episode_0301

Park Si-hyuk slowly took a breath and adjusted his posture.

How on earth did you swing the tonfa? A hundred times? A thousand times?

No, maybe he could have swung more than that.

But whatever happened, it didn’t matter.

He focused again on the zombie in front of him.

The zombie lowered its posture quite skillfully and rushed at him.

The arms outstretched and the mouth wide open immediately headed in a straight line toward the target.

Park Si-hyuk looked at the zombie and lowered his stance and swung his tonfa.

The zombie that had been hit in the neck with a tonfa lost its posture and rolled around on the ground.

If that happens, all that’s left is to smash your head.

He finished his work and took his stance again.

Meanwhile, puk. Deep. In addition, various sounds of flesh being pierced or torn were heard.

People were silent, but fiercely doing their jobs.

The number of zombies blocking the track began to decrease.

How long has it been?

Park Si-hyuk relaxed as he watched the tip of the kitchen knife pierce the head of the last zombie.

And like always, I took a breath and checked my body condition.

Although I was a little tired, there didn’t seem to be any major problems.

Then all that’s left is to check if other people are okay.

He hurriedly checked to see if Park Soo-ah and Kang Ye-rim were okay, then looked at the others.

Fortunately, no one seemed to be seriously injured.

All twelve of the people who went into battle a moment ago were standing properly.

So it is clear that we can move again.

All that was left was to wait for the people in the back row to arrive.

A break was given that wasn’t that short.

People began to enjoy that sweet time in different positions.

Park Si-hyuk watched them catch their breath and slowly approached Ahn Do-jun.

Ahn Do-jun was checking his rifle in preparation for the next battle.

I didn’t combine the bullet sheath in this battle, but I didn’t know about the next battle.

Since there was no ammunition at all, there had to be at least one person who could shoot.

So he concentrated on checking the rifle for a while and then belatedly realized that Park Si-hyuk had arrived.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing else, I was just wondering if there was any contact.”

“Ah. Unfortunately, there has been no contact as of now.”

“…I see.”

Park Si-hyuk was a little disappointed, but he didn’t really care.

This was because I knew that their communication system was not that perfect anyway.

All we can do is place people with walkie-talkies here and there and keep in touch.

He also said that the radio had not been working well for a few days, so it was understandable that there was no communication.

It was a miracle that an answer came back to the last radio call before departure.

“Still, everyone would have deployed people to help us by now.”

Ahn Do-jun deliberately spoke hopeful words.

I knew that neither of us could afford it, but whatever.

Still, having hope was much better than despairing.

Park Si-hyuk nodded while listening to those words.

He already knew that the future was uncertain, but there was no need to show it.

Agitation and fear were contagious much faster than expected.

So, the two people buried their complaints inside and prepared for the journey to the next station.

Above all, the situation was not hopeless at all.

They successfully passed through the underwater tunnel a few tens of minutes ago.

Since we had overcome the great difficulty without being noticed by so many zombies, there were not many challenges left.

Ahn Do-jun sighed in relief.

As Deacon Jincheol Lee informed me, there were few zombies visible after crossing the bridge.

I’m not sure why, but it was clear that it happened because all the zombies in Seoul gathered in the Han River basin.

Every time you cross three stations, there are at most ten to twenty zombies.

At this level, I was able to get to my goal, Gwanghwamun Station, without any problems.

No, not only will there be no problems, but there will also be no deaths.

Ahn Do-jun was deeply grateful for that fact.

When he first gathered people at Sindorim Station, he was prepared for annihilation.

We can’t sit still and wait for death, so let’s take the subway.

There weren’t many people who would willingly accept such a gamble.

In the end, after differing opinions, he ended the argument by saying that even those who wanted to escape would escape.

The people gathered like that were 30 believers and 9 deacons, including Dojun Ahn. There are three survivors.

As there were a little over 40 people, it was obvious that escaping would be difficult.

It was not that there were no believers who could fight.

But until relatively recently, the only people who fought zombies were butlers and survivors.

In such a situation, the believers could not be considered to have high fighting power.

In fact, it is a situation where twelve people each have to move while guarding two more people.

Therefore, Ahn Do-jun was prepared for his escape to fail.

If that were to happen, he was prepared to sacrifice himself.

For that purpose, I took as many grenades and bullet shells as I could.

But fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case.

Ahn Do-jun was once again deeply grateful and waited for the people.

As long as there were no problems with the believers in the back row, it was not unreasonable to go to Gwanghwamun today.

If that happened, it would be like setting up a feat of escaping without a single person dying.

It did not simply end with the escape of Ahn Do-jun and others.

This was proof that the method using the subway and its tracks was effective.

Naturally, other people would also begin to consider escaping using that method.

If so, it would have been possible to rescue people without major casualties.

Ahn Do-jun did not give up hope.

It wasn’t that there weren’t zombies on the track, but this was enough to deal with them.

For ordinary survivors, it would take longer, but they could definitely arrive within three days at least.

So, as long as you are willing to knock on the door, it is only a matter of time before you are rescued.

Please help others find a way to live without it being too late.

After finishing his short prayer, Dojun Ahn turned his head back.

Something was strange.

Normally, people should have been seen walking across the tracks by now.

But no matter how long I waited, I couldn’t see people coming.

Ahn Do-jun wondered for a moment whether he had sent a radio signal, but that was not the case.

He apparently radioed after defeating the last zombie.

Since all danger has been eliminated, you can approach.

But even though you radioed like that, no one else came?

Knowing full well what that meant, he quickly grabbed the radio.

“Brother! Is there something going on in the back row!?”

There was a chirping sound and the light on the radio kept blinking.

Ahn Do-jun continued to radio desperately, but there was no answer.

The distance between the front row and the back row did not exceed 1km at most, so it was not out of range.

So then, why on earth can’t I radio?

He thought for a moment, then shook his head and attached the bullet case to the rifle.

No matter what happened, thinking too long in this situation is like poison.

So, it is not too late to take action and then reconsider.

“Looks like something happened in the back row! I think I’ll have to join you for a moment, so please take a few minutes to help me out!”

As Ahn Do-jun said that, he turned around and started running.

Seeing as I couldn’t hear any gunshots, it wouldn’t have been the worst, but I didn’t know.

Because they could have been subdued without even having time to fire a gun.

So, the moment I ran even more urgently, I heard a voice on the radio.

– iced coffee. Deacon Dojun Ahn. No need to worry.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that.

I don’t know what happened, but it was okay.

Just as there is a saying that no news is good news, so was the current situation.

Ahn Do-jun was deeply grateful for that fact and spoke urgently.

“Lucky, fortunate…! Is there any problem?”

– There is no problem. No, there won’t be any problem.

“…Yes?”

– Since the leader is with us, there will be no problems.

“…What do you mean?”

Dojun Ahn asked again, feeling goosebumps running down his back.

But no matter how many questions I asked, the butler on the other end of the radio kept repeating the same thing.

A declaration bordering on fanaticism that there is no problem since the religious leader is with us.

That was quite strange.

This might have been true for ordinary believers, but not for deacons.

They were just cooperating with the church for different reasons.

Of course, there could be no real faith or loyalty in that act.

Dojun Ahn knew the butler he was talking to well.

He was also a person who became a deacon not because he had deep faith, but to overcome a situation.

He, who used to be lazy to memorize doctrines, suddenly memorizes them line by line?

I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t change that it’s ominous.

He took a slow breath.

It seemed like countless eyes around him were squeezing him.

Ahn Do-jun closed his eyes tightly for a moment and rolled his head.

He wasn’t a very great person.

He was an ordinary job seeker that could be found anywhere, and that is no different now.

But now, at this moment, it was as if the lives of the remaining people were in his hands.

The worries didn’t last long.

Even in this situation, hesitation was toxic.

Dojun Ahn tried to follow the path his intuition told him without hesitation.

Yeah, I didn’t like that cult leader from the beginning.

After making that promise, he slowly looked at the others.

I didn’t think there was any need to talk or try to persuade.

Could it be because I kept hearing something bordering on insanity on the radio?

It was clear that most of them thought the same thing.