Editor’s Survival Guide - Chapter 11

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Editor’s Survival Rules Episode 11

Episode 11. ep3. Hunting Humans (2)

-Those serious criminals are currently in the same space as Mr. Seo Do-un.

“What did you say…?”

-There’s no time, so I’ll explain briefly. This is a measure under the Special Zone Special Law.

It was brief indeed.

But was that even an explanation?

When I couldn’t respond at all, Topknot belatedly elaborated.

-Serious crime suspects within the Special Zone are tried by the Management Bureau. If charges are proven at this time, their status as convicts is confirmed and they are deployed on Special Zone exploration missions.

I was stunned in a different way by Topknot’s dry words.

What did I just hear?

So if you commit a crime in the Special Zone, you’re tried not by a court but by something called the Management Bureau?

And if found guilty, instead of fines or imprisonment, you receive Special Zone exploration punishment?

It was so far removed from common sense that I couldn’t understand it.

Don’t they give you the right to appoint a lawyer?

No, the treatment afterward is more problematic than the right to defense.

You could die if you enter the Special Zone.

No matter how serious the criminals, they throw people into such places?

I was bewildered when it suddenly occurred to me.

The railroad station rulebook also had ‘martyrdom’ in it.

Ah, that’s right.

These people had told ordinary citizens ‘if you’re going to die anyway, die usefully.’

So there’s nothing they wouldn’t do to criminals.

Thinking this way, it absurdly made sense.

Besides, there’s other content that’s important to me right now.

“So those serious criminal convicts are currently exploring this place where I am now?”

-Correct.

Topknot calmly confirmed.

Does God exist?

Impossible. Absolutely not.

Being dragged back to this hellhole is already nightmarish, but all the other humans swarming here are heinous criminals.

“Hah…”

I exhaled in shock.

Topknot gave me about 5 seconds of consideration, then began reciting precautions again.

Really annoying, but I had no choice but to frantically listen.

-That’s all. Are there any matters requiring confirmation up to this point?

Topknot finished speaking and asked me.

I was about to say no, then changed my mind and asked back.

“What is your name?”

-Special Management Bureau Response Team 3 Team Leader Cha Si-eon.

I asked to curse him in hell if things went wrong.

I didn’t particularly expect it, but surprisingly got a clear answer.

But this feels more ominous.

It feels like he’s no longer treating me as an outsider.

-If there are no additional questions, I’ll end the communication. I emphasize again, absolutely do not die. Well then, I wish you luck.

Beep beep beep-

Topknot, Cha Si-eon, hung up the phone.

I pulled myself together as my sanity was about to snap too.

It took about 6 minutes to hear all the precautions.

Time remaining until Moving Gun resumes activity: 8 minutes.

I moved frantically to find a mask first.

After covering my face with it, I also found and put on appropriately sized indoor shoes.

-Mr. Seo Do-un’s current location is the 9th Floor Inpatient Ward of Main Building.

-Moving Gun is currently suspended from activity on the 4th Floor of Main Building. Also, the convicts are staying on the 2nd Floor of Main Building.

-The Main Building goes up to the 13th floor above ground, but there’s a risk of isolation on high floors. So please use the connecting corridors on Basement 1 of Main Building and the 2nd floor above ground to move to the Children’s Hospital or Cancer Hospital.

Following these words, I went down to the lower floors via the emergency stairs.

But after going down three or four floors, the atmosphere in the stairwell changed drastically.

I could see terribly smashed stairs below.

The walls were full of bullet marks, and the floor was piled high with cement fragments.

-Moving Gun went on a rampage for 22 minutes and 47 seconds just before activity suspension.

-As a result, 3 convicts died and the overall facilities from the 4th to 6th floors of the Main Building were destroyed.

This must be those destroyed floors.

I crossed the broken stairs with my back against the wall.

But the stairs were completely cut off below the 2nd floor.

Ah, why of all times.

Should I go back? No, there’s no time for that. There’s no guarantee other stairs are intact either.

After agonizing, I carefully opened the stairwell door.

I was somewhat dazed by the sight of the intact hospital that appeared.

The sight of a place that should be bustling with people being completely empty was somehow strange.

It felt like I was alone in an already ruined world.

Alien and lonely, but still, being alone would be better for now.

Considering the backgrounds of the humans wandering around here.

Fortunately, no convicts were visible, and an escalator going down was quite nearby.

Good, I just need to get there.

I took steps while being as cautious as possible.

But, hmm, what is it?

Something like a thin string caught on my ankle.

The moment I realized it, my scalp went cold.

Crash- clang- smash-!

Then the sound of glass shattering echoed magnificently.

I looked back toward where the sound came from in horror.

Several glass bottles lay shattered under the Outpatient Clinic Desk.

And a barely visible white thread was draped over my foot.

What is this? No, it doesn’t matter what it is!

I turned around to get my body out of there first.

“It’s a person!”

But, ugh, damn, shit…!

I stopped walking at the clearly audible voice.

Three or four people were looking at me from the other end of the corridor.

Ah, does God exist?

If so, I’d rather just die.

“Hey, you there!”

They strode toward me.

I also relaxed my body that was about to flee and faced them.

There were four of them in total.

They all wore identical pale yellow work clothes as if they’d gotten them from somewhere, and identical masks.

I couldn’t see their faces, but I could tell from their builds that they were all men.

One Muscular Build, one Average Build, one Tall, and one Chubby.

“Where did you suddenly pop out from? Take off your mask and show us your face.”

Among them, the Muscular Build who seemed to be the leader gestured with his hand as he spoke.

An openly threatening attitude.

I understood.

Their work clothes had blood splattered all over them.

They looked like they’d been rolling around in a bloody mess.

In the middle of all this, I appeared wandering around in pajamas, so I must have looked extremely suspicious.

I assessed the situation and took a deep breath.

Then I scowled as fiercely as possible.

“What kind of bullshit is that? If you don’t want to die, cover your face first. If you want to strip, strip yourself.”

The men stirred at my fierce retort.

So I lifted my chin even higher and said,

“Some crazy bastards threw me in here talking about personnel or whatever, so don’t give me shit. I’ve been rolling around like a dog too, so I don’t give a damn about anything.”

Let me think about this.

What would happen if I said ‘I’m an innocent citizen and the rescue team is coming’ here?

These thoroughly pissed-off prisoners might respond like this:

‘Even if the rescue team comes, it has nothing to do with me.’

‘Those bastards are the ones who threw me in here.’

‘Should I just kill this one too so they get screwed?’

There’s a good chance I’d get beaten up.

Maybe even taken hostage.

So I decided to pretend I was in the same situation as them.

Then they’d either accept me as part of their group, or at least keep me around temporarily to use me.

With this calculation, I threw out bluffs and threats.

But the atmosphere wasn’t good at all.

Suspicious glares poured down on me.

Right, everyone’s lives are hanging by a thread, so they won’t let their guard down easily.

I get it, but there’s no time right now.

How much time is left until the Moving Gun wakes up?

About 4 minutes now? 3 minutes?

Why are all these people gathered here anyway?

I naturally thought they’d scatter and prepare.

Don’t tell me they don’t know the Moving Gun’s behavior patterns?

While I was fretting alone, a gentle voice was heard.

“Maybe they sent more people because things weren’t progressing like this?”

I turned to see someone in a wheelchair coming from the other end of the corridor.

It was a woman, also wearing a mask and work clothes.

She seemed injured, with a splint on her left leg.

This made the people surrounding me four men and one woman.

I’d met all five people Cha Si-eon mentioned. Damn it…

When the woman appeared, the men’s guard relaxed a little.

“Personnel reinforcement? We’ve lost so many people and they only send one?”

“Must have been urgent. He doesn’t even have clothes or a mask.”

“Still, does this make sense? If they were going to send someone, they should have done it earlier…”

“Those crazy bastards really handle things like shit. When I get out, I’ll get my lawyer friend to screw over that long-haired bastard and all his superiors.”

Vicious as expected.

They looked ready to devour anything alive that got in their way.

Thinking that murderous intent could be directed at me made me break out in cold sweat.

Plus, Cha Si-eon had said…

-There are three serious criminals from the Train Station. All were deployed to the Hospital Hunting Humans and all are still alive.

This is really driving me crazy.

Right, I was curious about those people.

But that didn’t mean I wanted to meet them directly like this!

Who are those three people exactly?

No, more importantly, why do these people keep acting so leisurely?

Am I the only one with my ass on fire right now?

“Excuse me, did you receive the orders?”

The woman rolled her wheelchair toward me as I was fretting.

I was startled, but fortunately the woman didn’t seem to notice.

The woman calmly pulled out papers from her work clothes.

“Didn’t you get something like this?”

What the woman handed me was several pages of documents.

My insides burned even more.

This wasn’t the time to be reading something like this.

But I had no choice but to unfold and look at those papers.

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■ Special Trial Request Case Exploration Orders

Prisoners S, A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, J are ordered to explore the Special Management Zone.

The above order remains in effect until 1 Type ‘A’ mission and 2 Type ‘B’ missions are completed.

■ Type ‘A’ Mission

Repair and supplement Special Management Bureau facilities.

※ Refer to [Attachment 1] for facility locations and repair methods.

■ Type ‘B’ Mission (Choose 2 from the items below)

1. Survive until return after subcutaneous injection of the “Black Ampoule” administered by the “Split-Armed Nurse” in the Injection Preparation Room B1 of the main building.

2. Confirm the weight of tears required for the “Self-Playing Piano” to play ‘Air on the G String’ in the Lobby 1F of the main building.

3. Harvest non-decayed organs from the “999 Sotdae” displayed in Operating Room 2F of the main building. However, if harvested organ tissue fuses with the prisoner’s body, the mission is considered failed.

4. Survive until return after confirming the “Distorted Angel” pattern from the “Incomprehensible Area Imaging Equipment” in Cardiovascular Imaging Room 3F of the main building.

5. Confirm conditions for interacting with the “Coughing Youth” in Patient Room 7F of the main building.

6. Excavate a silver ring from approximately 2m below the surface in the “Bottomless Sandbox” in the Children’s Hospital Psychology Test Room 1F.

7. Newly discover 2 other dangerous entities and interactive subjects.

Special Advice!

-There’s a gun monster here. Be careful because it’s dangerous if you meet it.

-Prisoners are distinguished by armband colors; the darker the armband color, the more dangerous the person.

-It’s safer to stick together rather than act individually!

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Those Management Bureau bastards…

They really didn’t tell the prisoners about the Moving Gun.

Even the ‘Special Advice!’ written on the orders wasn’t printed but handwritten by someone with a pen.

As soon as I grasped the situation, I shouted loudly.

“Run right now…!”

Thud-!

But before I could finish speaking, the floor shook.

The first thing I felt was vibration.

Next were holes that appeared simultaneously in the ceiling and floor.

What followed was the scream of a man whose foot had disappeared.

“Aaaahhh!”

The man with one foot severed writhed and rolled around.

The rest screamed without knowing what was happening.

In that bloody pandemonium, I alone realized.

The Moving Gun had resumed its hunt.

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