A few days after Kim Soleum’s “Grand Operation to Take Over the Train Shelter” had been launched.
“Shit.”
One resident of the train was irritably tossing a magazine around in Car 2.
The one with a celebrity striking a pose on the cover was already tattered to pieces.
‘I’m bored out of my fucking mind.’
Today, too, was another tedious day.
Before “the incident” happened, he had originally been a senior in college. He’d been under extreme stress because of worries about getting a job, and there had been times when he’d even thought the world might as well end.
But once it actually had ended, he missed those old ordinary days like crazy.
At least back then he’d been able to watch shorts.
‘This is so annoying.’
He got to his feet, looked around, and tried to make himself feel, once again, that he was living a top-one-percent life compared to the rest of the people in this city.
The comfortable Car 2.
The inferior Cars 3 and 4.
The even worse rear cars.
And outside the train, weren’t there monsters running wild?
‘I’m one of the winners.’
If he stayed on this train, eventually a way out would appear. He’d heard that the person who created this shelter had said, “Later, a way out will come.”
And since he was up here in the front cars, he would surely be in the priority group then too, and stay safe.
-You just found the train a little earlier than we did! It’s not even your train in the first place!
For the record, the person who had said that had been kicked out even though there had still been space in the shelter at the time.
Obviously. They’d been a huge pain in the ass. Honestly, it had even felt satisfying.
‘If you’re going to come crawling in and cling to a train we claimed first, you should be polite. We’re the ones letting you in.’
This former “college student,” who had very quickly forgotten the fact that he himself had only gotten in by pure luck because there had already been a senior from his department here first,…