5. anonymous337
“First, you have to roll the wool by hand and make it round. It may be difficult for beginners to match the length, but you will get used to it.”
What fills the dark air-raid shelter is the light from the monitor and the warm voice of a man.
This video is not pre-war.
It was filmed at the present time, a year after the war broke out.
The source is none other than our community ‘Viva! Apocalypse!’.
This magical site remained active even after the nucleus fell.
I felt half cheated when I saw $100 being withdrawn every month except for the satellite communication equipment, but our founder, Melon Mask, was a person with a sense of responsibility and technical skills, unlike his reputation.
The city he lived in was destroyed by nuclear missiles, and he probably burned down in it, but the legacy he left behind became a star along with a server mounted in a satellite outside the sky and will be with mankind forever.
Viva! Apocalypse! is one of the few remaining internet communities at this point in time.
Although my mentor John Naenon disappeared, the community was still maintaining a level where only Koreans could make rice cakes.
Of course, it’s not just normal people.
I put 4 of my fellow users on the block list.
A pseudo-religious man who talks nonsense about rapture, a man of interest who uploads his diary he doesn’t want to know every minute, a schizophrenic who quarrels with anyone, and a psychopath who enjoys hunting people and uploads it proudly.
On the other hand, there were also good people.
Anonymity 337, who made the video “Making a wool felt doll for my daughter (3)” that I am currently playing, is one of them.
Anonymous 337 was a kind and warm man like an adult who had a fatherhood that I did not have.
He relieved the boredom in the shelter by making toys for his son and daughter instead of using alcohol or drugs.
He was very good with his hands, and the robot model he made with woodwork for his son was of sufficient quality to be sold on the market.
I wanted to see my son happy to receive the gift, but he silently raised the workpiece.
Perhaps it is difficult to disclose the family due to security concerns.
In fact, in his video, no one else’s voice could be heard, but it also seemed to reveal how meticulous Anonymous 337 is.
I also saw the production machine of Anonymous 337 and imitated it to make a robot, but with my cat’s hands, let alone a robot, I ended up making an abomination that would be seen in an unidentified phallus-worshipping village.
Recently, he is publishing a series of sheep doll making using wool felt for his seven-year-old daughter.
I was looking forward to the completion of the robot because it was as high quality as the robot I made for my son.
“It makes ears like this. It may seem difficult, but it’s easy if you have a knack for it.”
His dolls are not yet finished, but they are so cute and dainty that I want to buy wool felt and tools the next time I visit Seoul.
*
A year has passed since the war began.
The world has become harder to live in than when the war began.
There are no more nuclear missiles or air strikes, but monsters are reaching out not only near the ceasefire line but also in the southern region, and trade has been cut off. The government had already lost control and recovery seemed far off.
A bad wind blew through the community as well.
KaosGate: The number of refugees has increased dramatically recently. Glancing around my shelter.
Anonymous 121: This is south, but refugees started wandering here from the very beginning. Everyone be careful. If you help the refugees out of pity, they will come back as robbers.
There have been a lot of posts about refugees lately.
In fact, it may be that the number of refugees has increased, but several bulletin board users have disappeared recently.
Among them was a psychopath who kept a daily diary that I had blocked.
The community concluded that the recent disappearance of users was the work of refugees.
Qwer1234: It’s a refugee thing. They killed them and took the air-raid shelter. He probably killed his family too.
RealKorean : Refugees, try to catch my eye. I’ll blow the cob with a shotgun.
Some users have already declared refugees as enemies.
well.
I’m skeptical.
Refugees are just refugees.
There may be experts who have received professional search training, but how many such people are there in South Korea?
Could it be that Ji-ri is out of luck?
There were people who had the same views as mine.
Coincidentally, he is a blocked person.
After watching the keyboard battle, I realized that the person on the block list had similar thoughts to mine.
His nickname is Defender.
He is a human race that is called a human hunter in the community.
Since the start of the war, human hunters have periodically posted kill certifications.
He sporadically reported what he had done with two photographs, one of the victim’s body taken from a distance. The other was a photo of the victim’s face covered with a black plastic bag and the victim’s fingerprints, inked, placed proudly next to the black bag.
He killed someone else each time.
The means also varied.
There were times when they used guns, and there were times when they were beaten to death with blunt weapons.
When killing women and children, only black plastic bags were used.
It wasn’t killing for fun.
There is only one reason.
It’s because they invaded their territory.
When I see it, it’s just a psychopath who kills for fun or this friend.
I unblocked him and searched his post.
Defender: It’s not the refugees.
Defender : Did everyone call a construction company when the air raid shelter was being built?
Defender : Watch out for the air raid shelter builders. Those bastards know your place.
At the end, the human hunter raised the usual murder certification.
However, this certification did not put a black bag on the body.
In addition to the Jijang, which was always posted together, a construction contract and an identification card were listed on the stiff, pale face.
Undoubtedly.
They are the employees of the construction company that contracted with him.
Community users ignored his words.
Maybe it was because he didn’t want to listen to the human hunter.
Or is it because the human hunter revealed a reality that is difficult to accept?
That is left to the imagination.
Because there are more important issues than that.
My favorite community user, Anonymous337, has disappeared.
His disappearance, a father who was more family-friendly and caring than anyone else, and who was dexterous with his hands, came as a great shock to me.
*
Time passed again, and autumn was turning into winter.
The temperature dropped below zero and winds blew from the west to the east, laden with poisonous fallout.
The situation in the community also grew colder.
Anonymous 231 : Anonymous 423 Are you alive? It’s been a long time since I haven’t posted this friend. If you’re alive, please press “Like” at least once. I’ll press you next time too.
Lone_wolf : Didn’t this friend of Kaos_Gate also suffer?
The disappearance of a colleague is not uncommon now.
Many users disappeared.
It prepared and prepared for destruction, but it failed to overcome the harsh sepa and disappeared from the community.
No one posted condolences.
Because no one knows when the next turn will be this way.
But I never imagined that the next turn would be me.
They appeared around the time when dandruff-like eyes with microscopic radiation were covering the entire golf course and my area.
A group of people in trucks appeared on the golf course and headed straight through my territory.
I observed them through a telescope and found a familiar face among them.
“Look at this bastard?”
It was probably Hongbujang.
He is an employee of a construction company who participated in the construction of my first air-raid shelter.
He was Kim Wang-soo’s boss, he couldn’t talk much, and he was always alone, and his reputation was not very good.
It was because I was sloppy with my work and didn’t get involved in drinking.
The president of the construction company often saw the evil of Manager Hong when he was not there.
“Chief Hong. I’ve known that bastard for over ten years, but people haven’t changed. If you go hard for that long, you should be at least a foreman. He has a childish personality, so they say that he is ten thousand years old.”
Even if I offer you a drink, the fact that the man who left the place for family reasons has returned to my territory can only be interpreted as a bad meaning.
If you look at that, not one, but four armed men.
I remembered the human hunter’s writing.
Defender : Watch out for the air raid shelter builders. Those bastards know where you guys are.
The culprit is usually close by.
Among the construction companies, people who helped build the shelter remembered the shelter and visited their old customers again.
Call it after-sales service of death.
Their voices were transmitted to earphones through the ubiquitous listening devices.
“Is this right?”
“okay. That’s right here. There was a golf course and there was an air force base. between me I once built an air-raid shelter under that low hill.”
“Are you sure about the air-raid shelter?”
“The friend said they were building an underground concert hall, but someone came to this rural area with no roads. Later, I received bids for several more places and worked on them. It’s an air defense shelter. shelter.”
“How many are there?”
“I only know one person. At most, it must be a family unit.”
A short conversation summed up everything concisely.
Manager Hong.
he came to kill me
He came to kill me and take everything from me.
“…”
After turning off the lights and opening the entrance to the shelter, I waited for them in the dark.
No firearms were carried.
Instead, he only picked up two axes.
jerebuck-
Two men appeared at the wide open entrance of the shelter.
The man in the lead was armed with a reinforced plastic shield and police baton, followed by a man armed with an M16.
“Entrance! It’s open!”
A man with a gun lit a lantern and looked inside the air-raid shelter.
Cheers erupted from both men’s mouths at the same time.
“oh my god! It’s a cigarette! cigarette! How many balconies are there!”
Cigarettes are mine.
to get them inside.
But these marauders are certainly no ordinary bettors.
Even when they find their prey, they do not move.
They were thoroughly moving with teamwork.
Especially Manager Hong, this friend is not easy.
“Does it smell like a corpse inside?”
The men in the lead shook their heads.
“no. Anna.”
“There is no such stench.”
Director Hong’s voice followed.
“Look to see if anyone is inside. Every corner.”
Undoubtedly.
It is not a skill that has been brushed off once or twice.
“Don’t rush in, set up your shield and go step by step. They might be hiding inside.”
however.
Whirly Rick-
The opponent was bad.
Spinning the ax in both hands as if dancing, I waited for the light to shine on me.
The moment the light shone on me, I jumped out like a protective shield and pushed the lead shield with all my might with a weight-bearing kick.
“Ugh!”
The man with the shield fell backwards and pushed the man with the gun at the same time.
bang!
As loud percussion rang through the air-raid shelter with flashing lights, I caught sight of two enemies.
I counted the numbers in my mind as I watched in slow motion the shield with the crumbling man’s hand on it slowly descending.
three, two, one.
and throw.
Whirly Rick-
The ax flew in a parabolic arc toward the man with the gun.
The man who shot the bullets straightened up and tried to point the gun at me, but before that, the ax penetrated his forehead and pierced his brain stem.
“aaagh!”
A scream erupted from the shield man’s mouth.
Watching my colleague die right in front of me, I stumble and try to stand up, but my feet were quicker to trample him through the shield.
As soon as he pulled out the falling gun man’s axe, he hit the shield man’s head with the rest of the spinning ax at the same time.
jump!
“Cheolho! form!”
Urgent voices of looters are heard.
I quietly crept into the darkness and waited for my next victim.
Director Hong was also not an ordinary bet.
“Youngsik. calm down! If you go in, you die.”
Calms an agitated colleague.
“Cheol-ho is dead!”
“Is there tear gas? put that in Don’t go directly into the raccoon cub’s burrow, let it come out.”
while presenting appropriate alternatives immediately.
A faint smile appeared on my lips.
After all, Manager Hong is not an ordinary bet.
I answered by closing the heavy door of the air-raid shelter,
“The door is closed!”
“Ignore it. There will be vents.”
Manager Hong also responded immediately.
“There is only one entrance. I know because I built it. You can tell just by looking at the drawing. Everything else is blocked off with concrete. Find a vent. Let the gas flow, let’s see how it comes out.”
Truly a general and a bruiser.
I didn’t think I would have a fight like this with a mediocre looter.
But there is one thing he doesn’t know.
After Hong’s party completed the air-raid shelter and left, I expanded my air-raid shelter with the knowledge I learned from them.
One of them is the emergency passage I broke through the wall.
Director Hong would not even dream of this fact.
Because he is an incompetent carpenter.
He would never have imagined that I would have been a better carpenter.
I took a gun and leisurely got out of the 2nd air raid shelter and looked towards the main air raid shelter.
Looters could be seen prowling around looking for vents.
bang!
A gunshot rang out and a man collapsed.
bang!
I knocked down the second without giving a chance.
The last thing left is manager Hong.
Without a gun, he raised his hand to signal surrender.
He approached him with the gun pointed at him and asked.
“How many people did you turn?”
In response, Director Hong shook his shoulders lightly with a bitter smile.
“This is the first time.”
He brought the gun to his forehead roughly.
Manager Hong replied with a distorted face.
“······four.”
“You brushed off a lot.”
He ordered the body to be loaded onto the truck that had arrived.
As the corpses were being loaded into the luggage compartment one by one, I found a familiar object.
“…”
It was a sheep doll made of wool felt.
The moment I saw that, I felt like something inside me was disconnected.
“Where did you get this?”
“In another air-raid shelter.”
Director Hong replied, breathing heavily.
“Who were the people inside?”
“A man.”
“You must have had a family?”
“…”
“Did you kill them all?”
puck!
The butt plate hit Manager Hong’s temple.
Director Hong screamed in pain, but I calmed the pain down with another one.
After a couple of kicks to the abdomen, he hurriedly knelt down and opened his mouth.
“Really! I was alone! alone! f*ck! I was alone! I didn’t even kill By the time I left, he was already dead!”
“Where are you?”
The distance was surprisingly close.
30 minutes by truck.
He entered the plundered bunker with manager Hong at the fore.
Accurate.
It’s here.
That’s where it was in the video.
There was a workbench in the center of the shelter that had already been robbed.
A man was lying face down on a desk with a familiar warm texture, half decaying.
Blood splashed in the workshop suggested that he had committed suicide.
I looked around.
It was a very narrow air defense shelter.
It’s hard to live alone.
“Hey, are you going to release me now? Did you keep your promise?”
After adding one body, I returned home and checked the video.
Come to think of it, children’s voices never appeared in his videos.
Indeed it was.
Comments I hadn’t seen before caught my eye.
Defender : This man video. It’s all good, but I’ve never heard a kid’s voice. You keep selling babies, aren’t they already dead?
Why did I just discover this now?
oh, i blocked it