Chapter 61 – Women’s Shelter Life (1)
When Jinsu and the commando team he led went on an expedition to the outside world, the women remaining in the shelter were having a peaceful time.
‘The prisoners, male and female, will have a rough temper.’
While this is a common perception, it is a preconceived notion.
How did you ever get into a place like this? There are many people who are docile or timid enough to want to be.
Just like Yujin Park, who is giving Nina a foot massage.
Contrary to the population decline in South Korea, the number of people serving in prisons has risen sharply, which was at the level of bursting just before the outbreak.
This is because, in the past, they were sentenced to absurd sentences for crimes to the extent of being exiled or imprisoned, while advocating strict punishment to calm a chaotic society.
Eugene received a three-year sentence and upon entering she was sent to a maritime prison.
‘This is Park Yujin. She’s serving three years, and she works as a masseuse off the field.’
She introduced herself when she entered the room at the women’s prison on land and greeted her for the first time.
‘Massage? Hey, come here and give me a back massage.’
These were the first words Nina, who was the host of the room, gave.
A brown-haired Eastern European beauty with her back against the wall smiling strangely.
She appears to be in her early to mid-twenties and has a few bruises on her face, but she doesn’t cover her beauty.
Besides, most of the girls in this room of hers have worse faces than hers, so it doesn’t really stand out from her.
As I found out later, Nina was her newcomer, having joined only a week before her.
She gets into a fight with another woman outside and she gets hit, but she pays it back 20 times and she gets a ticket to jail.
For reference, 20 times is a simple comparison of the number of times, and considering the power, 40 times was quite a difference. She was a Muay Thai practitioner.
It was impossible to establish justification for self-defense.
It took just two days for her to enter Bread and take her place as the host from the youngest.
After her fling, even her older sisters, who are 10 years older than her, did not dare to confront her.
Weak Yujin had to become Nina’s exclusive masseuse from that day on.
It was easy for Eugene, who has lived as a natural weakling and a prey for human relationships, to adapt to this shelter.
At least it was much better than her life in her previous floating prison.
In a situation where her drinking water was cut off, she collected rainwater in a barrel she had worked hard to find, but she couldn’t drink a sip and the memory of her being taken away by another powerful prisoner is trembling.
She is so thirsty that she has terrible memories of climbing up the walls of the building with trembling limbs and sucking water from the roof tiles.
My skin was cracked because I couldn’t wash it properly, and when I peed, I felt the disgusting smell from my genital area worse than my own urine.
Her chronic itching made her skin red, and her hunger tormented her more than her itchiness.
But after she entered the shelter, everything was resolved.
The rice was delicious, I could drink any amount of clean water, and to my surprise, I was able to take a hot bath every day with no time limit.
Conflict and violence between the prisoners were more relaxed than in normal prisons, but because they were under Nina, they were not worried about that part of the protection.
Hold tight.
After Yujin’s thumb pressed hard against Nina’s dragon celestial blood, she paused for two seconds.
The soles of her white feet were deeply dug and made dozens of wrinkles.
The blood that was pooled there was expelled in all directions, moistening the cells and muscles on the periphery where blood normally did not circulate.
This is the ebb and flow of blood circulation.
When you release your thumb from the Yongcheon Blood, the blood that was pushed out returns and wets the muscles and cells on the periphery once again.
This is the high tide of blood circulation.
Like the earth after the flooding of the Nile, the nutrients and blood cells left behind by the blood were making Nina’s feet even healthier.
The soles of Nina’s feet are burning red from the fairly powerful acupressure.
Quite a few women would be screaming in pain at this point, but Nina was humming her song with her eyes closed without a slight frown.
“It’s really nice that there are no iron bars here, isn’t it?”
Another woman said next to Eugene, who was absorbed in her foot massage.
Indeed it is.
There may be many reasons for the insanity of prisoners in prison, but there is no doubt that the cage-like iron bars play a large role.
But here, wherever you look, it is open.
There is a wire fence that limits the camp, but inside the site everything is free.
A safe shelter and food and shelter in the event of a human extinction-level disaster.
Eugene is satisfied with her current life.
“Uh-huh.”
On the other hand, there were women who wept and wept.
Once the food, clothing, and shelter and safety issues were resolved, he thought of the family he had left outside.
Looking at the outdoor shooting video provided by this city, I couldn’t even hope.
I was grateful for the luck of being able to shake off the mentally strong women and lead a life and a fairly decent life, but not everyone can do that.
There were also women whose crying lasted for two, three, four days.
Unfortunately, they didn’t get much sympathy.
“It’s enough when you’re full and your back is warm. Why are you dragging on so loudly?”
Nina jumped up from her face, saying, “This is paradise,” As she massaged her feet on her heated floor.
Put it down
The sight of her as she runs with her brown hair waving is like seeing a lioness born with her mane.
After a while, drumming and screaming were heard, which soon subsided.
“Ugh, that bitch.”
Someone cursed at Nina as if in a whisper. However, surprisingly few people agreed with it.
This is because the women who share the accommodation are fed up with the violent and inconsiderate appearance, while expecting that they will be able to sleep quietly tonight.
It’s not exactly that Nina’s like that for everyone, but she’s always been the one to put her arms up when there’s a problem. She’s a problem sometimes she’s hit the same way with that gun.
Nina’s charisma and leadership have been built up step by step from this direction. Even though she was a bit of a bitch, everyone in her accepted her as her leader.
This is the situation of women who are getting used to life in the underground city.
In terms of food, clothing and shelter, it was excellent compared to any other prison, and the rate of orphans, the rate of disqualification, and the rate of being alone were so high that it was very adaptable.
“Fuck, it’s regret that I didn’t see that old-fashioned dungeon. It was my wish to spit at the funeral.”
Even though she had a family, it is not uncommon for a woman to say, ‘Al Faya?’.
Normally, they would have been doing the assigned labor in the name of vocational training during this time, but since they suddenly accepted a large number of them, it seems that the high-ranking people are also distracted.
“That’s so embarrassing.”
When the woman, who appeared to be in her late thirties, said, she and the women around her nodded, saying, ‘Yes, yes.’
In some areas of the camp, I could see a little bit of the VIP living area located at the far upper part, and it was quite a spectacle.
On the information screen, it was announced that a temporary vacation in the VIP area would be given as a reward for those who were particularly exemplary, showed excellent production efficiency, or performed excellently at upcoming events.
The sight seen through the video was nothing short of brilliant.
A place where pleasure and pleasure that only a few people could enjoy even when the world was fine are concentrated.
On the other hand, there are also those who share more realistic stories.
“Did you hear the story? I heard you will be sent to the factory, are we?”
“Over there?”
Among a group of women taking a walk outside, someone turned the water on, and another pointed to a factory complex in the central region.
“Facilities look good.”
She was glanced at by a woman who had worked in a factory before, and she said.
“I’ve never worked in a factory before.”
“Isn’t that just like cutting off a finger?”
Talk about the labor they may be taking on in the future is a major topic of conversation among women these days.
“Please don’t go to the laundromat alone.”
Among them, there was a woman who was prostrated on the floor and prayed fervently with her hands together.
“Why is there a laundromat?”
She was asked by a colleague whom she met at the shelter and became close with.
“Because it’s the most damning thing you can do in a prison. I don’t care about the downside of not being helpful when I go out into society, but the work itself is just too hard. All the laundry that comes to the laundry workshop is stained with something.”
The woman who was praying covered her face as if she remembered something from her past.
“If it’s from a restaurant, it’s oil and cream, if it’s from the hospital, it’s covered in sweat and all sorts of filth, and if it’s from a motel, it’s covered in bitches’ cheap stuff. By the time it gets into our hands, it’s fermented!”
The praying woman recalled that on her first day at work, when she was assigned to the laundry after entering prison, she held several bedspreads from the hospital in her arms and vomited them up at the rising smell.
“Sweat flows like rain, you can get burned by the steam if you touch it, and you cough all year round because of the detergent powder and the dust from the laundry. She also saw a woman who got pneumonia while working there. Everything is really fine, so please just avoid the laundromat…”
She put her hands together as she trembled.
“But this isn’t a prison, is it? The guy who did the broadcast said he had no intention of treating us as prisoners.”
Another woman said.
Everyone remembers some phrases from a broadcast made by a man who claims to be the manager of this city.
Apparently he had no intention of treating women as prisoners.
You can see the history and panoramic view of the city and an introduction to each region on the information screens here and there. Looking at them, you inevitably learn about the ruler of the city, a man named Seo Jin-soo.
First of all, there was a face at the top of the organization chart. There is only a job title below that, but everyone’s face is empty, so he’s the only one with a picture hanging.
In the introductory video about the history of the city, from the construction stage of the shelter, he went everywhere, building the system and directing the workers.
But the white rice is the next part.
Her journey to fight against monsters and restore the city by herself after the infection was to the extent that I could not think of anything other than her majesty.
It was a video that was strategically edited by Kids, the life manager, for the purpose of propaganda, but it did not contain any lies.
In difficult times, a strong leader becomes a support for people by their very existence.
The video material of Jinsu saving the city was instilling dominance and respect among the women more effectively than any other mental education.
The same goes for the guards under Jinsu.
Weak women who have been taught the life of the jungle in the marine prison, women who have experienced even a little bit of terrible situations in the outside world.
They felt oppressed and relieved at the sight of the robot guards controlling them.
Because the word oppression also includes the meaning of minimum protection. Wouldn’t you be oppressed or not if you were alive?
It was a pitiful consolation on the level of eating rice sticking to one’s cheek after being slapped with a rice spatula, but no one complained about it.
That is survival in this era.
