The enemy leader continued.

“The boy got some extra privileges just because he was the son of one of the members. They weren’t amazing, but stuff like getting an extra egg every meal or getting one more potato than the rest. Nothing really special.”

‘I bet even one potato was precious to them.’

“Ha! They should’ve understood his privileges, though. I mean, he was the son of one of the members that risked their lives to help them survive. I can’t understand what the big deal was of him getting an extra potato.”

I could find no reply. Every time I tried to say something to defend the survivors, I couldn’t help but feel sad and bitter, thinking about the boy.

Before the world became like this, Korea used to rank tenth in the world in terms of GDP. Now, it was a country where people fought over potatoes and boiled eggs. The enemy leader clicked his tongue loudly and continued to speak.

“The one that lost their son… They started massacring the survivors in Shelter Jongno, and soon went through a metamorphosis.”

‘Did it turn into a black creature…?’

“Yeah. It wailed horribly as it tore at its flesh. I won’t be able to forget that moment until the day I die.”

The enemy leader bit his lip, his face full of anguish and bitterness. I could understand what he was feeling, even though he was an enemy.

I remembered the time Mr. Kwak had metamorphosed into a black creature. I could still hear and picture his desperate and hopeless wailing, along with his soulless eyes...