“Gwangjang-dong… was a place where people who had survived the zombie apocalypse lived together. There were five people at first, then twelve, then more and more people came. It soon became a paradise where one hundred and fifty people lived together.”

The man’s expression grew bitter, and his head sagged. I crossed my arms, listening intently to his story. He sighed and continued.

“Then the survivors from Jongno came here.”

"Jongno?"

“Yes. At first they tried to adapt to our lifestyle, but at some point, they suddenly changed.”

“And was that because of the Family?”

“How do you know…?”

The man on the left widened his eyes and trailed off. His question made me feel bitter inside. The situation they had gone through was similar to that of Mr. Kwak and his people, whom I’d met in Majang-dong.

At first, the dogs infiltrated the shelter and slowly perverted the shelter to their ways. Then the gang members would make their move and oppress the original survivors, establishing a kingdom of their own. It seemed like Gwangjang-dong had suffered a similar fate as Majang-dong. Perhaps their situations had been exactly the same.

I smacked my lips.

“So what happened after that?”

“They told us that we had to become dogs. They told us they’d kill us if we disobeyed…”

“And?”

“At first, everyone was against...