Chapter 248
Flesh Reformation
Suddenly, a scene from a certain day flashed in my mind.
A shelter in a subway station.
“Hic, Mommy, Mommy! Waaaaah!”
A girl who looked to be around elementary school age was wailing her heart out.
She was sitting on the ground, crying until her voice was completely hoarse.
I was watching her.
‘Every month, no… every day, there’s an orphan like that.’
If you spent just a month in a world that had been destroyed, kids like that were as common as pebbles scattered on the road.
At least.
That kid was lucky just to be able to come to the shelter.
“Waaaaah! Where’s Mommy!”
I think I was quite mature back then.
Whenever the children cried, I would hand them a can of food that I had secured.
And I left them alone until they collapsed from exhaustion.
From experience, most of them wouldn’t listen to anything you said anyway.
Then, when they came to their senses a little.
When their instincts to eat took over their reason.
That’s when you could tell them the rules of survival.
What you had to do to survive in this shelter.
What your job was.
There weren’t many adults left here.
Most of them had gone to fight.
Or they had gone out to unlock their Unique Abilities and never returned.
So survival in the shelter was even more brutal than you might think.
Dong-hoon.
Suddenly, my father’s voice came to mind.
The words he said on the last night he left to fight the monsters approaching the shelter.
Don’t worry. I promise.
