HMT Chapter 5 (Part 2)

They had checked multiple times that the bodies no longer moved. Once the sun rose, they could be taken somewhere else for disposal. But the priority was to hear exactly what had happened from Yoon and Jiwoo.

“Let’s talk, you two. Lieutenant Hwang, officer, please join us.”

“How about we speak over there?”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

At Sangpil’s suggestion, Doochan pointed toward the barbecue area, a greenhouse-like structure. Yoon and Jiwoo stood between Sangpil and the two officers, one in front and one behind. It looked almost like an arrest, and Han Min, who had run down after hearing the commotion, couldn’t hide his anxiety.

Most of the students had come downstairs in shock. Only Jisoo and Min remained inside their rooms.

“What do we do? Shouldn’t we follow them?”

“And do what? The owner will handle it. Those two were acting suspiciously. If they messed up, those monsters could’ve gotten inside the pension.”

While Han Min worried, Dohoon looked thoroughly irritated by the situation.

‘What, are they some kind of set? They keep moving around together.’

He wondered how they had ended up fighting monsters out in the yard in the middle of the night, but more than that, he felt annoyed. Yoon’s constant special treatment of Jiwoo rubbed him the wrong way. The two shared a room as if it were natural, they showered together, and now they were handling monsters together under the moonlight.

His gaze grew cold as he stared at the chained gate. A sudden thought struck him.

What if Yoon had planned to escape from here with Jiwoo alone?

He knew Yoon wouldn’t abandon him, but the confusing events unfolding before him made his mind spin.

“Alright, explain yourselves. Why did all this happen at this hour?”

While Dohoon spiraled into speculation, Yoon and Jiwoo sat across from Sangpil. The inside of the barbecue area was spacious. When the door closed, it felt like an interrogation room. A dark barbecue grill in one corner still gave off the faint smell of burnt meat. Jiwoo clasped his trembling fingers under the heavy tension.

Sangpil sat first at the center table, then gestured for Yoon and Jiwoo to take the seats opposite him. The two officers did not sit, instead standing by the entrance. As their gazes met, Doochan pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

“We’ll step outside and have a smoke.”

“Go ahead.”

Their attitude made it clear: Sangpil would handle the questioning. His expression hardened as he looked back and forth between Yoon and Jiwoo. The accusatory stare made Jiwoo shrink. Yoon, meanwhile, kept a faint smile on his lips and began recounting what had happened, omitting and embellishing details at will.

“Do you remember the young couple in hoodies?”

“You mean Seon-ah and Dongwoo?”

“Yes. Jiwoo and I saw them trying to sneak out of the pension.”

“What do you mean?”

A deep crease formed on Sangpil’s forehead. The couple Yoon mentioned had arrived yesterday. They had booked the couple’s room in Building B for two nights, a room with a jacuzzi that couples liked. Both had been quiet, considerate, and had caused no trouble. They had even helped Sangpil when the crisis broke out.

“They said they couldn’t reach their families and were going home. When I suggested waiting until morning, they told us it was better to leave while they had the resolve.”

“Even so, they should have at least told me before leaving…”

Sangpil was halfway convinced by Yoon’s explanation. Yoon’s trustworthy appearance helped, and the fact that he was a student from Korea University worked in his favor as well. Thinking about it, there was no real reason for students to risk their lives by leaving their rooms to fight zombies.

“They kept trying to contact their families and couldn’t reach them, so I think they made the decision impulsively. And since they decided to leave when everyone was asleep, maybe they didn’t want to wake you up. They might have thought it would bother you.”

“So that’s why the door was open.”

“Since the chain was locked, Dongwoo broke it with a pair of pliers. After they left, we were just trying to close it again. But then those monsters suddenly showed up and we nearly died.”

When Yoon spoke in a tired voice, Sangpil’s expression softened noticeably. Realizing he had let himself be swayed, Sangpil straightened his face into a stern expression. Then he stood up. When Yoon and Jiwoo tried to rise as well, he motioned for them to stay seated.

“You don’t seem to be lying, but I should still confirm everything. Wait here until I get back.”

“We will, sir.”

Yoon obediently stayed in his seat. Jiwoo did the same. Even after Sangpil left, the two officers stood guard at the entrance of the barbecue area. Doochan tossed his cigarette butt to the ground, stepped on it, and pulled a new one out with a smooth, practiced motion.

Jiwoo glanced at them while trying to sort out his thoughts. His gaze was cautious, persistent, like someone trying to figure out why Seon-ah had warned them not to trust the police.

‘He could never go undercover even if his life depended on it.’

Watching Jiwoo’s obvious staring, Yoon clicked his tongue inwardly. The officers, too, had started glancing their way, noticing the scrutiny.

They still didn’t know what kind of people these officers were, so provoking them carelessly would help no one. That was why Yoon hadn’t lied to Sangpil. The couple’s claim that the police were suspicious was something only he and Jiwoo needed to know.

“Jiwoo.”

“…Yes?”

Startled by Yoon’s voice, Jiwoo snapped his head up. Because of the dried blood on his glasses, his gaze felt slightly misaligned.

“Hold on.”

Before Jiwoo could protest, Yoon reached out and lifted the glasses off his face. Jiwoo blinked rapidly as his vision blurred into a fog. Yoon wiped the lenses with a relatively clean part of his shirt. It wasn’t as clear as if wiped with a proper cloth, but it was better than before.

“So you can see properly.”

“…Thank you.”

Jiwoo bowed his head slightly as he accepted the cleaner glasses. His heart pounded uncontrollably. Despite all the trouble he caused, Yoon never scolded him and always treated him kindly.

His face grew hot as he hurried to put the glasses back on. As his vision cleared, a sense of comfort washed over him, like slipping on a familiar mask.

While Jiwoo pressed his cold knuckles to his cheeks, trying to cool the heat, Yoon shifted his body slightly to block Jiwoo from the officers’ line of sight. With Yoon’s broad frame shielding him, no one could see Jiwoo’s face even if they glanced over.

“And stop staring at them so much. Let’s keep what those two told us between just you and me. Okay?”

When Yoon rested a hand on his shoulder and whispered like sharing a secret, Jiwoo nodded like a well-behaved student. He also understood that sharing the couple’s suspicions would only cause unnecessary confusion among the group.

Besides, something about the phrase “just our secret” wrapped softly around his ears. Jiwoo found himself staring at Yoon’s face again as if entranced. That was when Sangpil returned to the barbecue area.

“You were right. They must have left in a hurry without saying goodbye. Their room is spotless. They even left a note apologizing for leaving without telling anyone.”

Yoon and Jiwoo looked at him as he held up a palm-sized note and gave an apologetic smile.

“Sorry for doubting you. But you understand, right? Things aren’t normal right now. Anyone would get a little jumpy.”

“Of course, we understand.”

When Yoon smiled as if it were nothing, Sangpil scratched his head roughly. He tucked the note into his pocket and gestured for them to stand.

“Thanks for understanding. I’ll handle the cleanup. You two go upstairs and rest. I’ll explain everything to the others.”

“Thank you, sir. We’ll leave it to you.”

“I should be thanking you. If it weren’t for you two, we wouldn’t have noticed the monsters at the gate in time.”

In the end, it was thanks to Yoon and Jiwoo that the monsters were taken care of so quickly. Realistically, Yoon had done almost everything. If someone had walked outside while the zombies were wandering the yard, they would have been bitten before anyone could stop it.

Everyone had relaxed too much because of the strong, tall walls surrounding the pension.

Unlike when they first entered the barbecue area, Yoon and Jiwoo walked out receiving warm gratitude from Sangpil. Yoon even bowed politely to the officers at the entrance. Hwang Doochan and Lee Jaemin, their name tags caught Yoon’s sharp gaze.

Even if the fleeing couple’s suspicion was dubious, caution never hurt. Yoon was just as wary of the police as Jiwoo was.

Believing that the police would always protect citizens was far too naive. People always acted selfishly when survival was at stake.

And in that short time, Yoon had already noticed the guns and tasers holstered at the two officers’ waists. They had far longer reach than an axe or hammer. The gunshots would draw monsters, perhaps, but a gun could still save a life when needed.

A gun was far more effective when dealing with people. Very few could keep calm with a barrel aimed at their forehead.

When the systems that held society together began showing signs of collapse, monsters weren’t the only threat. In Yoon’s eyes, people could become just as dangerous as the creatures outside.

Even he was no exception.

Yoon knew better than anyone that the moment he removed the restraints in his mind, he could become far more dangerous than those monsters.

“Hey, Kim Yoon. You okay? Why’d you go out in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?”

When Yoon and Jiwoo reached the front of Building A, Dohoon approached them with a grumble.

“Did you wake him up? Told him to go outside with you?”

His gaze toward Jiwoo was icy, much colder than the one he used when looking at Yoon. Jiwoo, who was far too familiar with hostility, instinctively stepped back half a pace.

Jiwoo couldn’t deny it. Yoon waking up had indeed been his fault. If he hadn’t stood by the window watching the couple sneaking out, Yoon might have slept soundly until morning.

“That’s not it. I couldn’t sleep, so I got up first. Jiwoo woke up because of me. Then we saw something strange, so we went downstairs together. That’s all.”

As Yoon effortlessly covered for him, Jiwoo fidgeted with his fingertips. Moments ago, Dohoon’s scolding had stung him, but now, with Yoon’s broad back shielding him, warmth bloomed in his chest.

“Remember the couple from yesterday? The ones wearing matching outfits? We saw them sneaking out at dawn. They left the gate open when they left. We were trying to close it again, but the zombies showed up and… things went bad. Sorry for worrying everyone.”

“You don’t need to apologize…”

Dohoon deflated like a punctured balloon at Yoon’s apology.

“Let’s go up and sleep. We’ll need energy when the sun rises.”

“…Yeah.”

Yoon gently pushed Dohoon’s back and signaled for the others to head inside. Jiwoo instinctively moved to follow behind him, but Kim Min and Han Min each grabbed one of his arms.

“Are you sure nothing happened to you?”

“Are you hurt anywhere? Damn, your clothes are ruined again. You don’t even have anything left to change into.”

Kim Min checked Jiwoo over for injuries, while Han Min clicked his tongue sympathetically.

“Hey, stop acting reckless. You trying to die? Looked like Yoon sunbae handled all the zombies on his own anyway.”

The one who shattered the brief warmth was Haena. She shot Jiwoo a look full of distaste before disappearing upstairs with Yejin and Ayoung.

“…Sorry about that. Haena’s my friend, but sometimes she’s just… her personality is… a lot.”

Kim Min patted Jiwoo’s shoulder with an apologetic expression. Jiwoo shook his head with a small smile.

“No, she’s right. I did overstep. …Sunbae almost got hurt because of me.”

Jiwoo didn’t feel offended, Haena’s words forced him to reflect on his actions. It was only because Yoon dealt with the monsters quickly that they survived. If anything had gone wrong, they both could have ended up as shredded meat beneath zombie teeth.

“Anyway, glad you’re alive, man. You have no idea how much you scared us. After everything we went through to survive… we can’t just die like dogs.”

At Han Min’s unintendedly heavy words, silence settled over the three of them.

“Enough depressing talk. Like Han Min said, we survived. Let’s focus on staying alive and meeting our families again.”

It was Munsu, who had been quietly observing, who lifted the mood. He squeezed each of their shoulders encouragingly. When Kim Min and Han Min thought of their families, their eyes reddened, and they hurried up the stairs two at a time.

“Let’s go too.”

Munsu tugged Jiwoo’s arm. Jiwoo forced himself to steady his heart. From now on, he couldn’t afford to cause more trouble for Yoon or anyone else.

He had promised himself he would protect Yoon even at the cost of his own life, and he refused to let that resolve become meaningless. For the sake of the friends who worried for him, it was time for him to finally start pulling his own weight.

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“Mm…”

Jiwoo tried rubbing his eyes, only to feel his arm tightly held by something. Any trace of drowsiness vanished instantly.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar sports logo. A softened, check-like version of a logo beloved by nearly every Korean. It was stitched onto a black background, just about two knuckles wide. As he blankly stared at it, a sudden chill crept down his spine.

A scent, one that remained intense even when brushed past, overwhelmed Jiwoo’s nose. And the part of his face that was touching something felt firm. Nothing like the soft pillow he remembered falling asleep on.

‘No way.’

Jiwoo’s eyes widened as he realized who was holding him like a body pillow. He was currently locked in Yoon’s arms, practically buried against him. The warm breath brushing Jiwoo’s crown told him exactly whose chest he was pressed against, and his face flushed crimson.

Jiwoo was a man too. Naturally, he woke up with morning arousal. It had never mattered before, but the instant he realized their lower bodies were pressed together, everything felt dangerously different.

Yoon wasn’t hard like Jiwoo was. If anything, that made it worse. Even before his own full arousal, that heavy, soft bulk was pressed right against Jiwoo’s groin.

They were clothed, of course, no bare skin touched. But that didn’t stop every cell in Jiwoo’s body from screaming.

‘Why on earth am I sleeping like this with sunbae?’

No matter how much he replayed last night, he couldn’t make sense of it. And because Yoon was clinging tightly to him, Jiwoo couldn’t even turn his head to check where they were lying.

All he could see was Yoon’s broad chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.

After the incident at dawn, Jiwoo had returned to the room and rinsed the bloodstains off his clothes in the sink. Yoon had gone into the bathroom alone to shower again. Everyone using other rooms had gone to bed already, deciding to wash later.

Jiwoo had crawled under the blanket before Yoon returned. He wanted to sleep fast this time, so he wouldn’t disturb Yoon again.

That was the last thing Jiwoo remembered. Maybe it was exhaustion, but as soon as he closed his eyes, sleep swallowed him whole.

He had slept so deeply that not even the day’s horrors invaded his dreams. His body ached from head to toe, but his mind felt significantly lighter.

But waking up to… this? That, he never imagined.

Keeping his eyes squeezed shut, Jiwoo steadied his breathing and tried to move. But with Yoon’s arms and legs wrapped firmly around him, it was difficult.

And waiting for Yoon to wake up naturally would mean his current… situation would be exposed. That was absolutely unacceptable.

Jiwoo held his breath and lifted his arm. First, he had to remove the arm locking his upper body.

“…What are you doing.”

He had tried to be careful, but it hadn’t mattered, Yoon woke anyway. His low, ground-hitting voice instantly stilled all of Jiwoo’s movements.

Jiwoo wanted to cry. He had to escape before Yoon noticed anything. He quickly withdrew his hips, and the small space that formed between their lower bodies let him breathe again.

Yoon’s embrace had been warm, but also firm enough to smother him. Their bodies might have been made of the same blood, flesh, and muscle, but compared to Yoon, Jiwoo felt like an entirely different species.

Jiwoo wriggled, lifting his right arm. Yoon absentmindedly lifted the left arm that was pressing him down, and Jiwoo seized the chance to scramble away like someone fleeing a crime scene.

He crawled backward to the wall, pulled his blanket over his lap like a shield, and only then managed to steady his ragged breathing.

“…”

Yoon, his eyes still heavy with sleep, watched the panting Jiwoo. As he surveyed the room, he could guess what happened. Yoon had a habit of hugging things in his sleep.

In the summer, he hugged a cooling body pillow. In other seasons, he slept on his side with his arms and legs wrapped around a long cylindrical cushion. No one knew about his sleeping habit.

And apparently even a day like yesterday couldn’t break it.

He had definitely fallen asleep with his back turned, Jiwoo pressed flush against the wall.

Yoon brushed back his hair and glanced downward. After fighting the monsters, he had come straight upstairs to shower. He’d even changed into clean underwear before lying down.

Even so, what had just happened left him dazed.

Maybe because the warmth that had filled his arms moments ago had vanished.

A person’s body heat was unmistakably different from a cushion. Something that fit perfectly in his arms had slipped away, and strangely, he missed it.

As he stared at the unmistakably swollen shape beneath his blanket, he let out a quiet sigh. He could see Jiwoo trembling even from the corner of his eye.

“It’s probably because of my sleeping habits. Sorry about that, junior.”

Jiwoo jerked, lifting his hips in surprise. He shook his head frantically, hands waving as if to deny everything.

Yes, he was flustered, but… he also liked it. Enough to have gotten fully hard while holding a sleeping person.

He would rather die than admit that truth, so his voice trembled hard.

“N-no, it’s fine. Really… I sleep weird too!”

In reality, he had no idea. There was no one to tell him about his sleeping habits. But if creating imaginary ones helped Yoon feel less embarrassed, he was more than willing.

“Thanks for understanding. The sun’s already up. Should we wake the others and go see the pension owner? I think it’s time we share what we know.”

Sunlight poured through the window as Yoon stood. The heaviness pooling below his waist was annoying, but he obviously couldn’t pull himself out in front of Jiwoo, so he just moved on.

Jiwoo stayed frozen long after Yoon left the room. His face was still burning. Covering his cheeks with the back of his hand, he began straightening the messy bedding one piece at a time.

He folded his own blanket neatly and set it aside. Then he picked up the bedding Yoon had used and folded it squarely as well. Realizing they had fallen asleep together on it slowed his hands far more than when he folded his own.

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“Everyone looks much better after getting some sleep.”

After waking up, the students all gathered and headed to the pension owners’ house. Just as Sangpil said when he opened the door to greet them, their complexions looked far brighter than when they had first arrived.

“Good morning. Thank you so much for letting us stay here.”

Yoon offered morning greetings and thanks on behalf of everyone.

“I heard you handled the monsters that made it into the front yard. Thanks to you kids, we slept safely. Truly, thank you.”

Hyeja, who had just heard the full story of dawn’s events from Sangpil, grabbed Yoon’s hand and expressed her gratitude.

“Come in, let me make breakfast. After that, you should greet the others too. We need to discuss what we’re all going to do.”

The couple had decided that morning they would personally go check on their daughter’s studio apartment. They still hadn’t been able to reach their only child.

Before leaving, they wanted to ask what everyone else at the pension planned to do, and if anyone could join them. They decided at least four people needed to go together to deal with monsters rushing at cars.

“Thank you for the food.”

The students entered the same room as yesterday and gathered around the low table. Hyeja had woken up much earlier to prepare breakfast. The table was piled with stir-fried pork-belly kimchi, roasted seaweed, and braised tofu. In the living room, others were also enjoying a hearty meal.

“Why aren’t you eating? Does it taste bad?”

“…No.”

Hana watched Minji’s pale face and placed a slice of kimchi-seasoned pork belly on her rice. Minji’s voice was so faint it could barely be heard. Unlike the others, whose complexion had noticeably brightened, Minji’s face was still dark.

She was the only one whose condition had worsened. She wasn’t normally this quiet, yet now she radiated an even gloomier air than Jiwoo, and Hana’s brow furrowed.

She barely touched her food, her eyes darting nervously left and right. Cold sweat clung to her forehead, and her unwashed face and hands looked dirty.

Hana also knew Minji had tossed and turned all night. She had mumbled strange things in her sleep, waking Hana several times. When Hana and Ayoung left the room during the commotion outside, Minji had curled up under the blanket, trembling.

Anxiety spreads easily. Even Jisu, who had been disappointed about not having her usual yogurt bowl, stopped chewing her pork belly slowly and took notice of Minji’s condition.

“What’s wrong with her? Don’t tell me… you’re not bitten or scratched anywhere, right?”

Jisu had slept in the same room as Yejin. The girls had naturally split into a first-year and second-year group. The lingering tension between Jisu and Hana meant she hadn’t paid attention to the first-years yesterday, nor cared.

But this wasn’t something she could ignore. Minji’s face overlapped with the image of Yujin in her mind. Jisu slammed her spoon onto the table and scooted away from Minji.

The sudden commotion drew everyone’s attention. As their eyes focused on her, Minji grew even more frantic.

“N-no, I’m fine… really…”

Minji stuttered, whipping her head around as if seeking someone to save her. But everyone’s gaze felt condemning.

Just like with Kyungtae, she felt as if she was about to be cast out and thrown toward the monsters.

A tangle of horrific thoughts erupted in her mind. Images of friends and seniors dying flashed vividly. No matter what memory she summoned, it was drenched in blood. She could almost smell it.

A friend who used to laugh with her lunged at her. A tongue writhed, carrying a hunk of flesh she couldn’t identify.

She would become like that too. Her body would be torn apart until nothing remained, then she’d turn into one of those grotesque creatures.

Her gaze lost focus, her breathing became ragged, as if she might faint at any moment. Hana and Ayoung grabbed her arms from both sides.

“Let go! I said let go of me!”

They had meant to calm her, but Minji took it as restraint. She thrashed violently, nearly knocking Hana and Ayoung over. They had no choice but to release her and back away. Their eyes trembled with fear at the sight of Minji’s sudden panic.

“Kids, what’s going on?”

Startled by the commotion, the adults rushed over. Hyeja stared at Minji trembling as though in a seizure.

“What… was she bitten?”

“Everyone, bring weapons!”

Even the adults grew tense as Minji writhed on the floor. Meanwhile, Yoon watched her with a sharp gaze. Those who turned into monsters always showed red eyes, pale skin, and dark veins spreading across the neck and face like cobwebs.

From what he could see, Minji only looked like someone whose fragile nerves had finally snapped. But judging from everyone else’s reactions, they all assumed she was about to turn. There was no harm in being cautious, so Yoon quietly got to his feet.

Minji simply wasn’t worth the effort. He had already escaped the deadly bus incident. He now had a temporary safe shelter, plenty of weapons, and no obligation to waste energy protecting someone who brought him no benefit.

“Minji, it’s okay. We’re safe right now.”

It was Jiwoo who stepped forward in Yoon’s place. Jiwoo fetched a thin blanket from the corner of the room and gently draped it over Minji’s face and upper body.

“Hnn… ngh…”

With her vision blocked, Minji’s thrashing slowed. Her cries softened. Soon, the only sound was her stifled sobbing.

“I want my mom…”

She called for her mother, who she still couldn’t reach. At that word, both the kids and the adults at the doorway fell silent. Hyeja and Sangpil especially grew misty-eyed, thinking of their own daughter.

After a long bout of crying, Minji finally passed out. The kids laid her in the corner and forced small bites of food into her mouth.

Near the end of breakfast, Sangpil called everyone into the living room. Minji, still tear-stained, remained asleep.

It was as if every last thread of her nerves had snapped overnight. The students left quietly without waking her.

In the living room were Hosan, the truck driver, two police officers, and eight more adults they hadn’t yet met properly. Under Sangpil’s guidance, everyone had gathered to discuss what to do next.

Their expressions barely hid their unease.

“My wife and I plan to go to Seoul. Our daughter, Haeun, still isn’t answering her phone. We want to go check her apartment.”

Sangpil spoke first, sharing the decision he and Hyeja had made. At that, Dochon raised his right hand slightly.

“How do you plan to get to Seoul? I checked on my phone, and it looks like Seoul is in even worse chaos than here.”

At his words, the students grabbed their phones. So did the adults. The network wasn’t down yet, so the internet still worked. Jiwoo opened a portal site. When he tapped the news section, the screen filled with sensational headlines.

[Zombie Virus Spreads Across Korea, Is the Nation on the Brink of Collapse]
[Seoul Paralyzed: Traffic Accidents and Explosions Occurring Across the City]
[Blue House Silent, President Still Missing]
[End of Korea: Can It Be Stopped?]

Even without opening the articles, the despair in them was obvious. And then, all at once, shrill emergency alerts rang from every direction.

Any person exhibiting symptoms of the zombie virus must be isolated immediately. Symptoms include corneal bleeding, pale skin, black veins, and impaired speech. If symptoms appear, isolate at once and report to 1339 (Disease Control Center), or the nearest police or fire station.

It was similar to the alert they received on the bus, but more detailed. Jiwoo realized the government had officially labeled the cause as a zombie virus. The text listed the exact symptoms seen in infected individuals.

Someone immediately tried calling 1339. A woman called 112, and a man beside her dialed 119. But all of them reached nothing but ringing tones, no one got through.

Districts Seongbuk, Seongdong, Gangseo, Gangnam, Songpa, Jongno, and Gwanak are now closed. Entry and exit are prohibited.

The alerts didn’t stop there. Jiwoo’s brow tensed. Monsters reacted violently to sound.

The government had no choice but to send emergency alerts, but for anyone hiding from the monsters, the alert sound was practically a beacon.

He could almost hear screams erupting somewhere out there. And the number of closed districts wasn’t small. Jongno District, where Jiwoo’s university was, was also shut down. In his mind, he saw the campus burning vividly.

Cities Suwon, Yongin, Yeoju, Hanam, Hwaseong, Seongnam, Gwacheon, Gapyeong County, and Yangpyeong County are closed. Entry and exit prohibited.

Everyone’s eyes shook when they saw the last alert. Gapyeong County was printed right there.

“What is this…? Honey, does that mean we can’t leave? No, this can’t happen, we have to find Haeun…”

Hyeja panicked at the mention of restricted movement. She shook Sangpil’s arm. He looked confused as well, blinking rapidly as he rechecked the message. Another alert came through at that moment.