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The man holding the iron pipe went by the name Yoon Jeong-Ho.
He seemed to be in his late thirties. I noticed that he kept a wary eye on us as we walked. After a moment, he cleared his throat.
“Where are you guys from? Huh?” he asked.
“We’re from Seoul.”
“Leaving Seoul and coming to Daegu… So you’re telling me that Seoul’s done for?”
I nodded. Seoul used to be home to about ten million people. A lot of people loved Seoul for its excellent infrastructure, but after the zombie virus spread, it turned into a living hell. It used to be the most populous city in Korea, and therefore the number of zombies there was second to none. The appearance of the virus had turned the place into a zombie nest.
Yoon Jeong-Ho grimaced.
“You probably came down with some hope, but as you can see, things aren’t that much better here,” he said. “Just letting you know, just in case you haven’t noticed.”
“It doesn't matter. The fact that it’s safer than Seoul doesn’t change.”
“Is the situation in Seoul really that bad? How bad are we talking about? It can’t be that bad.”
“Everything’s bad there.”
“Well, it's the same when you go to downtown Daegu. It just so happens that Daegu Airport is one of those places without a lot of people, you know, so it didn’t suffer so much damage.”
I’d assumed that an airport would have been a crowded space, but it seemed like the rural areas of Korea were different from Seoul. I nodded slowly.
"By the way, I noticed that you guys have a pistol. Where did you get it?" I asked him.
“I nicked...
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