Chapter 56 – 56. Subway Station 1
The moment I wake up, I feel so good.
I feel like I did it. Achievement? Okay. Something like that.
It’s funny. I can’t believe I felt a sense of accomplishment just by waking up. If you don’t have insomnia, you won’t understand this story.
Wash, eat, pack, and wander around naked.
Should I pack something else now? Good idea. I do it as soon as it comes to mind.
Seunghee was sleeping. It’s only 9 o’clock at night? You go to bed early too.
It doesn’t matter to me whether you’re sleeping or not. Knead it appropriately, wet it, put it in, and shake it.
“Ugh… When I sleep… It’s a bit… Ugh.”
I didn’t put him to sleep with a skill, so he woke up quickly. What do you know? Shake your waist without paying attention.
“Now… Ugh, I just fell asleep. Hah.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll put you to sleep and leave.”
I ejaculated on Seunghee’s stomach and wiped it with a tissue. And I used sleep to put him to sleep.
It’s an ideal life. Being able to do what you want to do right away.
I came out, locked the door to Seunghee’s room, and got dressed.
Going out today too. Today’s goal is the subway station.
It was a place I couldn’t go to because it had such a crappy structure and so many hidden places.
I don’t know how many there are, and I don’t know what kind of people there are.
Let’s clean up the subway station and finish the underground shopping mall. Then the Middle East will be neatly organized.
Let’s leave Hadong because there are marts there, and then go to Sangdong.
Fuck you guys. Let’s catch those bastards and find out what they passed on to that bastard Jeong Jong-chan.
Ugh. There’s a lot to do. I won’t be bored for a while.
Going out in the middle of winter at night is quite a hassle.
If nothing else, the cold makes people very dull.
But I think it’s better than being hot. If I carry a backpack while it’s hot, I get really irritated.
Habit is terrifying. Since there is detection, you can go during the day, but you must go out at night.
I guess it’s reassuring to walk around with a veil of darkness. Darkness covers up small mistakes, right?
Arrived at the subway station. It’s like an ant cave. It’s like an ant hell.
The subway station here, where three lines transfer, is enormous when you include the department store next to it.
Before that, I used to just go around the edges and explore… There is nothing to be afraid of now.
Should I go the route I originally took? Or should I confidently enter the entrance?
I thought about it for a while, but the front is still dangerous. It’s not an ant hell for nothing.
Let’s go secretly.
Elevator for the disabled at exit 9 of the subway.
The elevator here has crashed to the floor.
And there is a rope ladder here.
I don’t know who installed it, but it can be seen as a secret exit that leads directly to the 4th basement floor.
I took it down in case the guys below came up… It’s coming down again.
It means that someone comes and goes…
I may have thought about it for a long time in the past, but there is no need to do so now. Because there is omnipotent detection.
“Detection.”
There is no sign of it. That’s surprising. Still, I thought one or two would be caught.
There is no need to hesitate if there is no one in sight. Let’s go down.
Slowly go down the rope ladder.
Go down while checking to see if any parts are broken or have been played around.
There is nothing more meaningless than dying from a fall after living such a miserable life.
It’s quite scary to go down to the 4th floor underground while relying on a rope ladder.
It’s as scary as someone’s skills suddenly taking off. If you twist your hand even once, you fall to the ground.
When I came down to the 4th basement floor, my whole body was covered in sweat. Is your body weak? Are you sweating this much?
It wasn’t my body problem. It’s just that it’s really hot inside the subway station.
Why? Why is it hot? What’s the problem?
It wasn’t just hot. Unpleasant smell. It smells like something is rotting.
It’s rotting… It’s such a nostalgic word.
From the time when the amount of food became a measure of survival, rotting food almost disappeared.
It was hard to get the food out there long enough for it to rot while I was busy getting it down my throat.
Moreover, the disappearance of human corpses also played a big role. Okay. That was very big.
If there were human corpses left, this world would probably be a huge corpse field.
Whether on the street or on the floor, there would have been a lot of corpses everywhere, and it would have been infested with insects and birds that craved them.
But it smells like rot. Is that possible?
“Detection.”
There is no need for human presence.
Weird. Why is there no one? I thought there would be quite a few people on the subway. What’s going on?
Since there was no sign of presence, my steps became quite bold.
And the rotten smell gets worse. I soon found out why.
Wild boar carcass. This is clearly a wild boar carcass. And the dog next to me? And the cat?
There were animal carcasses scattered throughout the subway station.
Some of them were so old that it was hard to tell what kind of animal they were, and some of them barely remained in their shape as if they had just died.
And bugs.
Because of the hot temperatures and rotting animal carcasses, there were a lot of bugs.
So much so that I don’t want to be here.
I wanted to clap my hands at the person who did this.
Even if you don’t know who it is, the intention is clearly conveyed.
Warning.
I’m telling you not to come. If you have come this far, it means go back.
I felt a lot of discomfort and disgust, but my curiosity was greater.
Who on earth is this guy? And how do we catch these beasts like this?
Wild boars, wild dogs, stray cats… I think these were thrown away because they were difficult to catch and eat.
Whatever it is, I’m not the type of person to go back because I’m scared by something like this.
I have detection. There is no need to walk around here for a long time and there is no need to go around every corner.
I looked through the 4th basement floor from end to end.
And I found a trace.
Three people. Right upstairs from me.
In terms of location, it looks like a station attendant’s office. Well, I guess there is nowhere else to live in the subway station other than there.
When I went up, it was still full of animal carcasses. The same goes for temperature.
If this is done to prevent access, it is a good method, but having new corpses constantly placed is nothing more than advertising that one is here.
There must have been another better way. Why am I here?
Is there any reason to be here? There must be a lot of places we can go now that the world is empty, right?
Why are you doing such a troublesome thing?
Station staff office.
It seems to be quite inside.
If you’re an ordinary person, what’s in that deep place? A place so deep inside that you can think of it.
A passageway blocked in the middle. Locked door. Obstacles… It’s like a maze.
Even if you turn around for a while, you can’t get close to the people who are being detected.
What? Where on earth is the road?
After wandering around for a while, I found the path. Who would believe me if I told you there was something like this underground?
Something in the atmosphere has changed.
There are graffiti drawn on the wall, and something that looks like a child’s toy has fallen on the floor.
Doodles and toys. In a place like this?
In the deepest part of the room, which seemed to be a warehouse of equipment, the presence was felt there.
It was like a small room, but there was a window with blinds, so I could look inside.
And I was very surprised.
There was a being that was difficult to see in this world.
Children. Oh my god.
Are these people who seem to be father and mother now in their early or mid-30s? It was just an ordinary father and mother.
Ah… It’s not common anymore. Anyway, people with no particular characteristics.
But there was a child. One or three years old now? Four years old? Ah. It won’t be three years old. Because I haven’t been able to get pregnant for 4 years.
I looked at them as if I were looking at a strange creature.
No matter how dry and twisted I am, I have respect for the parents who raised their child in this crappy world.
Okay. No matter how much I call myself a piece of trash, I am still human.
It’s not so bad that these people are just seen as objects to be killed.
First, I put them to sleep as seen through the gaps in the blinds.
Then I opened the door and went in. Dad, mom, and the child sleeping between them.
No matter what, you have to do what you have to do.
Dad and Mom’s hands and feet were tied with tape. And I closed my eyes.
The child… You don’t have to. Should I even say it properly? You probably don’t even know what a skill is.
I sat and waited for a while. And then I looked at the child blankly.
How on earth will that child grow up?
The people I have met so far, including myself, and the people who have survived are people who have seen the world as normal.
People who know which is normal and which is abnormal.
But that kid isn’t like that. A child who has to live only by seeing this abnormal world.
For the first time, I felt like the world was harsh. How did this happen?
As I looked at the child, I thought something I had never thought before.
Can I really kill that child?
I am the one who kills men and women at random.
But what about the child? I’ve never tried it.
There is nothing different about being a child. I’m just young.
But I am hesitant about killing my child.
Why? What is the reason?
Is it because of the protective instinct humans have? The idea that children should be protected for the propagation of the species?
Or is it because of what I heard from a young age that women and children must be protected?
Have you already killed a lot of women? Why children?
When there was little time left for the sleep skill, I came up with a plausible answer.
Children are innocent.
There is little chance that the humans who have survived so far have not committed any crime.
But that child will be innocent. It means there is nothing wrong.
Would it be possible to kill a child like that? Well. I don’t know. I probably won’t be able to do it.
Ah. The sleep skill is over. Now, we have to wake up these parents.
I wonder what kind of life he lived.
