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There were survivors.
There were people living here. I wondered what kind of people they were; whether they were people who lived for others, or people who harmed others. I swallowed and kept an eye on them.
The man holding the hunting knife pulled out his right hand, which was covered in blood, and asked a question of the woman next to him. The woman handed the rope that was slung across her shoulders to him. After the man tied the deer’s legs together with the rope, he hung the carcass on a long wooden pole.
The man holding the crossbow came down to help as well. The two men grabbed one end of the pole each and moved off, carrying the pole with the deer on their shoulders. The woman covered up the puddle of deer blood that had been splattered onto the cold earth by kicking some dirt over it.
They hunted neatly, and left no traces behind. I could tell they were being cautious of zombies. I kept my gaze on them, asking myself if it was okay for me to follow them. But then I reminded myself not to forget the reason I’d come in the first place.
Saving Kim Dae-Young was my priority, not these survivors. The part of me with a sense of humanity, the part that wanted to save people, had been left behind on Jeju Island, with the Survivor Rally Organization.
I took a deep breath and moved in the opposite direction of the survivors. I made my way around Ussuriysk, hoping that a zombie with red eyes would appear.
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