Chapter 29 (1/2)

Pupuk!

Jiik!

Lloyd’s party was giving up hope. It had been days and Cha Jun Sung had not found Field of Meat. In that time, Smith and Jamie died.

In the present, Japanese Kayamoto was being sliced like raw fish.

That did not mean they could give up all hope because they kept hearing explosions. They were sure that he was lost somewhere, unable to find the way.

Kwakwang!

Kyak!

The chef who had been eating Kayamoto’s flesh punched the wall in anger and threw its tools anywhere.

It was much more violent today. With its eyes narrowed and nose flaring, it killed Kayamoto with more cruelty. It was angry.

Lloyd’s team did not know, but the chef had come after fighting with the other evil cannibals. 10 evil cannibals had died at the hands of Cha Jun Sung.

There were only a few left. The chef was not happy even though it went up in ranking. He was being pressured to personally fight as he should in his position.

Evil cannibals were smarter than cannibals. The chef knew he would die if he went out there. His mutant instincts allowed him to predict the future.

Keureung.

The chef brought the wagon over and packed human meat. He put the meat of the freshly slaughtered Kayamoto in a large bucket.

He needed to use a bribe since he did not want to fight. Mutants like human or animal meat. It did not have impurities because it had not gone through a transition.

The meat of mutants infected with A virus was tough, so it did not taste as good. There was also toxicity in the blood.

Had Caicus of Closed Area not relished the taste of the paste he made of people? To mutants, humans were just one of many delicacies.

Ke ke!

The chef laughed in satisfaction and left the meat locker. He held the wagon and bucket tightly so as not to let even a drop fall.

They had shared a fair amount before but the meat supply had ended once Lloyd’s party came in, so this amount should be convincing.

“Hah! Others died until now, but it’ll be our turn starting tomorrow.”

Whether by luck or coincidence, the 4 British people were left. The 4 American and Japanese people were sacrificed first. They could say it was fortunate, but even that luck was over.

***

“It was right around here.”

“Let’s look in each place.”

Cha Jun Sung searched the base for a few days. It had not been at random.

Every half day, he heard screaming. He guessed the path with the sound, and he heard a scream just now as well.

The base was complex. Not only was it large, but it was dizzying because there were a lot of forked roads. It was like a maze because they are not used to the internal structure.

Seuseuk.

The two freely searched for the meat warehouse. Cannibals rarely appeared. They had killed close to 1000 of them.

Bump!

“Huh?”

“It’s close.”

It was dull. It was closer to the sound of something rolling along than the sound of a collision. It was getting closer. It was coming in their direction.

Cha Jun Sung took out his sword and red fire at the same time. Park Jin Hyuk also took out his crossbow and prepared for a surprise attack. They were used to fighting as they moved.

Kuk?

“Evil cannibal!”

“Look at the wagon it’s pushing! It’s full of human bodies!”

“Kayamoto?”

Cha Jun Sung’s eye went to the top of the bucket where a dead head had its tongue out. The expression was twisted in pain. It was Kayamoto.

“I’ll take care of it. Cover me.”

“Leave it to me.”

Park Jin Hyuk stepped back and made an environment for Cha Jun Sung to fight in.

Kung!

The chef was surprised. Of all the places to meet. There were no cannibals to call to. They were all gathered in one place because they could not split up.

“Did you kill all of those people?”

It was rhetorical. He was thinking to himself.

“The trail of blood is clear. Thanks. It’ll be easy to find because of you.”

Kyak!

Its flesh was so thick that the bullet could not completely penetrate the chef with the red fire’s power. It was wounded, but the shot was not fatal.

Cha Jun Sung shot near its eyes so it could not see.

The chef swung its arms. It was fairly strong. His bones could break with one hit. Park Jin Hyuk could even die.

“That’s not where I am.”

The sword slashed its leg. He cut with such force that the skin split open. It was extremely strong, but incredibly slow.

“Kuk!”

The chef threw the bucket at Cha Jun Sung. Kayamoto’s blood drenched him. There was a problem with his eyesight as it became red.

Pew!

Puk!

Park Jin Hyuk’s bullet went through the chef’s eye and to the brain.

The chef took a few steps and could not handle the heavy weight, collapsing. It was dangerous. If Park Jin Hyuk had been late in shooting, Cha Jun Sung would have been hit.

“That’s disgusting. How is he going to throw that?”

“Ugh, the smell!”

Cha Jun Sung took out a bottle of water from the space compression bag and poured it all. The water washed the blood away as it poured out but it did not get rid of the smell.

It was their drinking water, but he did not think it a waste. They could get more water in the base. They must have been using the underground water, because water came out in different places.

They were suspicious of the water, so they used a cleaning agent to purify it.

After pouring 2 bottles, much of the sticky feeling was gone. He left what was on the plastic armor and impact tights.

“Let’s go.”

“It’s right in front of us.”

As they followed the tire tracks, an ominous iron door appeared. There was so much blood hardened on it that it could not be cleaned. Especially on the handle.