By late January, when the savage cold that cut through flesh and chilled the bones only grew harsher, Gahyeon-ri was still running at full speed just a few days before Lunar New Year.
“We finished Middle District, brother.”
“Yeah. Good work.”
After completely clearing out the zombies in Middle District with support from the G1 drone, the Gahyeon-ri community’s search-and-elimination team, led by Junhyeok and Song Gijun, pushed onward into Lower District, where there were lots of factories with nas like sothing Tech, EnC, and tal, along with old, run-down houses.
On weekdays, Lower District normally had a decent number of people because the factories were operating, but when the apocalypse broke out, it was both vacation season and a holiday stretch, so there had been far fewer people than usual.
Still, fewer didn’t an none.
The search-and-elimination team killed hundreds of zombies and managed to rescue quite a few survivors.
There were dozens of small factories there, but unfortunately not a single food-related company among them, so the survivors in Lower District had been literally on the verge of starving to death.
That ant they first had to recover their health under the support of their shelter and the Gahyeon-ri community.
“Doctor, ma’am, you’ve both worked incredibly hard.”
The people who had done the most were none other than Baek Sua and the Choi Uisu couple.
The three of them had co loaded down with dicines and portable dical equipnt.
With Kang Sua from Hanaareum Nursing Ho helping as an assistant, they handled examinations, treatnt, and dication at the sa ti.
And while they were at it, they also checked on the elderly and sick within the Gahyeon-ri community, which ant they had truly been too busy to breathe.
“Oh, this is nothing compared to working at a general hospital.”
“My job is treating people. That’s all. Mr. Junho is the one who really had it hard.”
Thanks to the efforts of the husband and wife pair, who qualified as top-tier talent in the apocalypse, most of the rescued survivors whose lives had been hanging by a thread were pulled out of danger.
And those who had suffered injuries big and small, or had fallen ill, improved dramatically under precise diagnosis and treatnt.
“Oh, and both of our Suas worked so hard too.”
“Yes.”
“Yep.”
Maybe because they had been stuck together working nonstop for a while, Baek Sua and Kang Sua smiled at each other at the ntion of their shared na.
In any case, while the search-and-elimination team killed zombies and rescued people, and the shelter’s dical personnel treated the survivors they brought back, Hanaareum Nursing Ho and the surrounding area were also fully cleared out thanks to Junho, Park Deokcheol, and Go Seokjin, who had finally stopped causing trouble.
“All the bodies need to be cremated.”
“The shelter incinerator’s been overflowing for ages, so let’s build a few here. You said there are technicians and employees here who used to work in the factories, right?”
“Yes. You can handle that part yourself, sir.”
“Got it.”
At Junho’s words, Baek Hail nodded and looked over his tablet.
“But from what I’ve checked, these factories have a hell of a lot of materials too. Most of the machinery looks like it’d run again with just a little work. The problem is power. If we gather up every usable solar setup in this area, we can get about 1.5 gawatts.”
Unlike the city, in places like this, nearly two out of every three households used solar power as supplental electricity.
Most factories were the sa.
RE100 had already been a major issue for years, so most decent factories had installed solar-generation systems with financial support and subsidies from the national and local governnts.
“Gahyeon-ri only needs one gawatt to have power to spare. We just need to bring back three hundred kilowatts.”
“And that’ll cover the electricity our shelter uses during the day?”
“That’s right. We bring it back and start by using just one hundred kilowatts for charging things that run on electricity—the workshop, the general warehouse, the vehicles, the drones. Even that alone should cut our power burden by about twenty percent, according to the AI.”
Then there was nothing to think about.
So the solar panels and generation systems stripped from ownerless factories in Lower District were transported back to the shelter.
According to Yoon Youngsu, integrating them into the shelter’s power system would be fairly tricky and take so ti.
But for now, simply using them to separately charge the electric vehicles, drones, and other electronic equipnt was more than enough.
And besides—
“We also grabbed a lot of tal, construction materials, and other equipnt. We can fix it up and use so of it ourselves, and places like Peach Valley would be glad to have the rest.”
Farming loot was a basic rule of the apocalypse.
If only their shelter used them, they would never run short, but once they started supporting other places too, quite a lot of those supplies might run out within a few years.
In other words, Junho had done more than just reorganize Gahyeon-ri into an apocalypse survival community and absorb it.
He had also secured very real gains for their shelter.
“Understood. Then for anything involving the reconstruction of Gahyeon-ri, it’d be best if Jeongwoo works with us on it.”
“Yes! Leave it to .”
Now that Middle District and Lower District had both been cleared, Choi Jeongwoo had finally been able to recover his wife’s body.
Having at last found so closure in his grief, he looked almost relieved.
He had already known that his wife had turned into a zombie and died anyway.
Being able to recover her remains and at least place her ashes in the shelter’s columbarium had been one of only two wishes he still had.
Now that one of those wishes had been fulfilled, the only thing he had left was to raise his daughter Jiwoo safely.
And as long as he remained at their shelter, that would happen naturally.
Because of that, Choi Jeongwoo threw himself into his work with remarkable determination.
While everyone stayed busy moving nonstop like that, ti passed again, Lunar New Year ca and went, and it beca early February.
Junho then gathered three n together in one place: Song Gijun, forr village head Kim Seokhwan, and old man Go Jeongnam, who had led Hanaareum Nursing Ho so well.
***
By late January, when the savage cold that cut through flesh and chilled the bones only grew harsher, Gahyeon-ri was still running at full speed just a few days before Lunar New Year.
“We finished Middle District, brother.”
“Yeah. Good work.”
After completely clearing out the zombies in Middle District with support from the G1 drone, the Gahyeon-ri community’s search-and-elimination team, led by Junhyeok and Song Gijun, pushed onward into Lower District, where there were lots of factories with nas like sothing Tech, EnC, and tal, along with old, run-down houses.
On weekdays, Lower District normally had a decent number of people because the factories were operating, but when the apocalypse broke out, it was both vacation season and a holiday stretch, so there had been far fewer people than usual.
Still, fewer didn’t an none.
The search-and-elimination team killed hundreds of zombies and managed to rescue quite a few survivors.
There were dozens of small factories there, but unfortunately not a single food-related company among them, so the survivors in Lower District had been literally on the verge of starving to death.
That ant they first had to recover their health under the support of their shelter and the Gahyeon-ri community.
“Doctor, ma’am, you’ve both worked incredibly hard.”
The people who had done the most were none other than Baek Sua and the Choi Uisu couple.
The three of them had co loaded down with dicines and portable dical equipnt.
With Kang Sua from Hanaareum Nursing Ho helping as an assistant, they handled examinations, treatnt, and dication at the sa ti.
And while they were at it, they also checked on the elderly and sick within the Gahyeon-ri community, which ant they had truly been too busy to breathe.
“Oh, this is nothing compared to working at a general hospital.”
“My job is treating people. That’s all. Mr. Junho is the one who really had it hard.”
Thanks to the efforts of the husband and wife pair, who qualified as top-tier talent in the apocalypse, most of the rescued survivors whose lives had been hanging by a thread were pulled out of danger.
And those who had suffered injuries big and small, or had fallen ill, improved dramatically under precise diagnosis and treatnt.
“Oh, and both of our Suas worked so hard too.”
“Yes.”
“Yep.”
Maybe because they had been stuck together working nonstop for a while, Baek Sua and Kang Sua smiled at each other at the ntion of their shared na.
In any case, while the search-and-elimination team killed zombies and rescued people, and the shelter’s dical personnel treated the survivors they brought back, Hanaareum Nursing Ho and the surrounding area were also fully cleared out thanks to Junho, Park Deokcheol, and Go Seokjin, who had finally stopped causing trouble.
“All the bodies need to be cremated.”
“The shelter incinerator’s been overflowing for ages, so let’s build a few here. You said there are technicians and employees here who used to work in the factories, right?”
“Yes. You can handle that part yourself, sir.”
“Got it.”
At Junho’s words, Baek Hail nodded and looked over his tablet.
“But from what I’ve checked, these factories have a hell of a lot of materials too. Most of the machinery looks like it’d run again with just a little work. The problem is power. If we gather up every usable solar setup in this area, we can get about 1.5 gawatts.”
Unlike the city, in places like this, nearly two out of every three households used solar power as supplental electricity.
Most factories were the sa.
RE100 had already been a major issue for years, so most decent factories had installed solar-generation systems with financial support and subsidies from the national and local governnts.
“Gahyeon-ri only needs one gawatt to have power to spare. We just need to bring back three hundred kilowatts.”
“And that’ll cover the electricity our shelter uses during the day?”
“That’s right. We bring it back and start by using just one hundred kilowatts for charging things that run on electricity—the workshop, the general warehouse, the vehicles, the drones. Even that alone should cut our power burden by about twenty percent, according to the AI.”
Then there was nothing to think about.
So the solar panels and generation systems stripped from ownerless factories in Lower District were transported back to the shelter.
According to Yoon Youngsu, integrating them into the shelter’s power system would be fairly tricky and take so ti.
But for now, simply using them to separately charge the electric vehicles, drones, and other electronic equipnt was more than enough.
And besides—
“We also grabbed a lot of tal, construction materials, and other equipnt. We can fix it up and use so of it ourselves, and places like Peach Valley would be glad to have the rest.”
Farming loot was a basic rule of the apocalypse.
If only their shelter used them, they would never run short, but once they started supporting other places too, quite a lot of those supplies might run out within a few years.
In other words, Junho had done more than just reorganize Gahyeon-ri into an apocalypse survival community and absorb it.
He had also secured very real gains for their shelter.
“Understood. Then for anything involving the reconstruction of Gahyeon-ri, it’d be best if Jeongwoo works with us on it.”
“Yes! Leave it to .”
Now that Middle District and Lower District had both been cleared, Choi Jeongwoo had finally been able to recover his wife’s body.
Having at last found so closure in his grief, he looked almost relieved.
He had already known that his wife had turned into a zombie and died anyway.
Being able to recover her remains and at least place her ashes in the shelter’s columbarium had been one of only two wishes he still had.
Now that one of those wishes had been fulfilled, the only thing he had left was to raise his daughter Jiwoo safely.
And as long as he remained at their shelter, that would happen naturally.
Because of that, Choi Jeongwoo threw himself into his work with remarkable determination.
While everyone stayed busy moving nonstop like that, ti passed again, Lunar New Year ca and went, and it beca early February.
Junho then gathered three n together in one place: Song Gijun, forr village head Kim Seokhwan, and old man Go Jeongnam, who had led Hanaareum Nursing Ho so well.
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