The bungalow door kept bursting open. And each time, a large shadow barged inside. The gorilla bastard’s eyes, split horizontally like a praying mantis, rolled around.
“Hey, nothing happened, right?”
“Nothing happened my ass.”
Woonghee was lying sprawled on the floor. He shook his legs crudely and blew on his nails. He looked exactly like a neighborhood punk delinquent. The gorilla’s caterpillar-thick eyebrows shot upward.
“Talking down to me? Has this brat really lost all fear…”
Whether his mood was ruined, his thick forearms rippled. Naturally, his bulging muscles rose threateningly.
“Why, you pig bastard. You’re two years younger than me.”
The guy’s eyebrows twitched fiercely. Woonghee lifted his delicate chin. So what, what can you do? One punch from that fist would smash his head, but he had something to rely on. It was Gi Junhyuk. As long as that bastard had this strange interest attached to him, this gorilla wouldn’t be able to lift a finger against him.
“Know that if you pull any shit, your throat will be slit.”
As expected, with a useless warning, *thud*, the door closed. Woonghee held his breath for a moment. The footsteps gradually grew distant. Only after the sound completely faded did he relax his body.
‘That son of a bitch really comes at any time without warning…’
He stealthily pulled out one hand from behind his back. He was holding the machete. If that gorilla had caught on to anything, he was going to slash that thick neck with this right away. Woonghee hurriedly got flat on the floor. Crawling on all fours like a frog, he pulled away the blanket placed to one side. There was an escape hole that had grown to the size of a basketball.
How much fucking effort did it take to make this, it almost went up in smoke in an instant. Now that enough space was secured, Woonghee took a deep breath.
“Whew.”
He suddenly shoved his head into the hole. Nngh… He somehow got both arms in, but the problem was his torso.
‘Huff…!’
He inhaled deeply. His chest suddenly became slimmer. Ssshhh, he advanced while crushing through the mud. Before long, he was able to completely escape that detestable space.
“Haa…”
How long had it been since he’d smelled the outside? The pitch-black night was spread out everywhere. He inflated his chest and inhaled. Soon he ran quickly. He had to get as far away as possible before his absence was discovered.
Just as he was about to take that step, an uneasy feeling suddenly covered Woonghee.
…No, perhaps it was a valid doubt.
Why is escaping this easy? The man who built this bungalow was him, so could he really not have anticipated a situation like this?
‘I hope you won’t betray me. It makes me think this is fate.’
As if adding weight to that chilling thought, the necklace dangled from his neck.
“Ha, fuck…”
It felt like it would strangle his neck right away. Unable to overcome the stuffiness, Woonghee grabbed the necklace. He intended to tear it off like this, but the necklace didn’t budge. Instead, the gold strand tightened around his neck and only his skin hurt. The necklace was as tenacious and solid as its owner. It felt like an inescapable prison.
“…No, I can do it!”
Momentarily ignoring the anxiety that wouldn’t subside, Woonghee ran. He couldn’t stop. Two days. It had taken two whole days to dig a hole under the bungalow.
48 hours was not a short time. Who knows what might have happened in the meantime. Woonghee once again recalled the goal he’d chewed over countless times in the darkness. First, find out Tula’s whereabouts, then find the lifeboat and leave.
Tula, where the hell is this son of a bitch Tula? He plunged straight into the mountain. Even though there was someone looking for him, he couldn’t call out loudly. He had no choice but to move cautiously, step by step, muffling his sounds. As Woonghee moved his body a bit faster, a leaf brushed against his cheek.
I have to go. Go and bring Jjokko, meet Woongju, save money and become a beta.
Forget all about Managing Director Gi, Tula, Director Hwang, and just do manual labor while saving money. With money earned through hard sweat, pay for Woongju’s university tuition and expenses, and if she wants, even help her get married, and when she seems completely independent, live alone quietly and return to dust.
That was Woonghee’s modest but fucking difficult to achieve, desperately earnest dream.
So where the hell is this son of a bitch Tula? Is he locked up like him? The lighthouse? The edge of the western cliff? The cruise? If not that, then next to the bushes where the poisonous plants grew?
That guy must have left traces somewhere. Whether footprints, marks made by hand, or by dropping something.
“Huh, this is…”
Woonghee searched all through the forest. Then he discovered tree bark that had been torn off. What’s this? Doesn’t it look like it was torn off with teeth? For an animal, it looks like the shape of human teeth…
Woonghee stroked the clearly remaining traces with his hand. Could Tula have left this? He got flat on the ground and carefully examined the direction of the footprints. Then he found traces of shoe soles that had been hidden by leaves. He chased after them like a squirrel.
Had about 30 minutes passed like that? Something was caught in Woonghee’s eyes.
‘There…!’
A form hanging from a large tree like Dracula. Too big to be a chrysalis. He thought it might rather be a wild boar hung up.
He immediately stopped walking. He hid his body behind a large rock nearby. He rolled his eyes around to see if there were any of Managing Director Gi’s subordinates around. He threw a rock over there for no reason, and used the food he’d brought in his hand as bait to observe the animals’ reactions. Fortunately, even when birds gathered smelling the food and cawed *koo-koo*, no one approached.
“Tula…!”
Woonghee whispered quietly. Then Tula’s body, which had been hanging limply as if unconscious, writhed like a stepped-on earthworm.
“Is there anyone around?”
The guy’s two eyes opened with difficulty one by one. Color returned to the murky eyes that had no focus. His pupils grew as big as marbles. Even in this situation, his eyes were soaked in emotion like an idiot. As if asking whether he’d really come all the way here to rescue him.
“I asked if there’s anyone, you fucker…!”
When Woonghee whispered irritably, Tula slowly looked around. With a tightly tensed face, he gently shook his head. It meant there wasn’t. He quickly ran to him and slashed the rope with the machete. The cord was so solid that it wouldn’t cut well, so Woonghee had to grit his teeth and put strength into it. Soon after, *thud*, the guy’s head plunged into the ground.
“Ugh…”
Woonghee put his shoulder under the guy’s armpit to support him. White spider webs covered his whole body from however long he’d been tied up here. While brushing them off with his hand, Woonghee asked. His heart pounded.
“The tube, the tube…!”
Tula couldn’t come to his senses and was groaning. Woonghee grabbed the guy’s collar and shook him.
“Hurry, tell me right now! We have to go before dawn!”
Then Tula pointed somewhere with his finger. Woonghee quickly supported the limping Tula and moved their feet. Swoosh tap, swoosh tap. Irregular footsteps broke the quiet stillness.
The place Tula led to was the tree where Tula had originally stayed. When he brushed away the dirt with his hand, orange color appeared slightly.
Finally, finally they could escape! They could leave this fucking island. They could escape from this bizarre world. Woonghee frantically dug up the dirt. Hugging the tube tightly with both arms, he frantically descended the mountain.
[Woong, Woonghee! To, together, me too, together!]
Only then did Tula, having come to his senses, follow behind while limping. Woonghee didn’t look back. As if saying if you want to live, follow on your own.
…The sea with darkness spread over it. Splash splash, seawater at a bone-chilling temperature gradually rose from the ankles.
Woonghee dragged the boat out to sea together with Tula. Surging waves struck against their chests. Supporting his swaying body firmly, he lifted Tula onto the boat first. He thought it was really all over now, but this time the ignition was the problem.
[Ugh, damn it! Why won’t the boat start…!]
“If you have strength to talk, hurry up and deal with it!”
While every second counted, a thunderous voice pierced from behind.
“You sons of bitches…!”
Someone approached while splashing in the water. The guy who hurriedly jumped into the water and came charging awkwardly was Director Hwang. His rough breathing and fierce expression grew closer and closer.
…Ah, no. That wasn’t the problem. Director Hwang was being chased. Managing Director Gi’s subordinate was chasing him. They were really fucked! At this rate, they’d be caught by Managing Director Gi’s subordinate. Look at that, wasn’t he jumping into the sea with fierce momentum and charging across the water?
“Fuck!”
Director Hwang, what the hell is that bastard bringing along?
[Woong, Woong, you too, hurry!]
Just then, a vrroom sound was heard from the boat. Tula had succeeded in starting the lifeboat’s engine. Tula stretched out his hand toward Woonghee, telling him to get on now. Woonghee rose above the water as fast as a dolphin and got onto the boat in one go.
“You, you fuck, you, huff, sons of, bitches! Only you two, running, huk, away!”
Director Hwang finally grabbed the boat. He seemed to be trying to grab their ankles like a water ghost. The boat was at most for 3 people. The horsepower was that limited, and with Director Hwang, over 100kg, enduring in the water while clinging on, it couldn’t advance properly. That large body seemed like an anchor.
Grrrrooom, once again the boat roared. As if roaring that it wanted to be let go, that it wanted to burst out toward the sea quickly.
“…Damn it!”
Director Hwang, that son of a bitch. If only that bastard hadn’t been there from the start, things wouldn’t have gotten this fucked up…! Anger twisted in his stomach and surged up like lava.
“You fucking bastard.”
Woonghee finally ground his molars and pulled out the machete. The chilling blade flew toward Director Hwang.
