We headed toward Shelter Seoul Forest’s second defense line. There were a lot of people gathered in front of the defense line. The survivors were hard at work repairing the interior. Not a single one of them seemed to be taking it easy, but none of them were in a good state.

This attack had cost many lives, and it seemed like facing the mutants had drained the hope out of them.

The dead were covered with cloth, and laid out on the left side of the shelter. Mourners were wailing in front of them.

I looked at Kim Hyeong-Jun, my expression bitter. He, too, was taking in the devastation with a look of sorrow.

“Hyeong-Jun!”

A man from the second defense line came running toward us, calling Kim Hyeong-Jun’s name. It was Park Gi-Cheol.

Kim Hyeong-Jun smiled gently and went to meet him. The two of them began communicating in sign language. My mouth fell open as I watched them.

‘The two of them know how to communicate in sign language?’

If they couldn’t communicate verbally, I supposed it made sense to use gestures instead. The two used sign language to express what they wanted to each other, unlike me, who always communicated to others through my notepad.

After a moment, Kim Hyeong-Jun looked at me.

‘Ninety-two casualties. Among them, fifty-four dead.’

‘How many people were there in ...