𓎢𓎡　.　◞　✙　　　　He paused for a moment before heading to the city. "Wait, isn't the air there poisonous or something?" he muttered, recalling the danger. Then he remembered something equally important. "Right, I can buy stuff here." A blue window appeared before him, and he browsed the shop. 'Ugh, only 500 coins...' he sighed, frustrated. "Guess I have no choice."

Ripping a piece of cloth from his shirt, he wrapped it around his nose and mouth. "No idea if this'll work, but I've gotta survive." With that, he steeled himself and set off toward the city.

Monsters, giant mantises-creatures roamed the streets. The poisonous air made breathing difficult, even with the cloth. As he ran, one of the mantises noticed him. His eyes widened, and he sprinted, but the creature's massive feet pounded the ground, shaking it beneath him. He tripped, inhaling the tainted air.

"No..." His chest tightened as he coughed violently, scrambling to cover his face again with the cloth. Just as he got back on his feet, the mantis loomed closer. "Crap." Its foot came down hard, but he dodged in time, running faster.

Twenty minutes later, he found a place to hide behind a crumbling wall. The mantis lost interest and wandered off. Breathing heavily, he emerged from his hiding spot, wiping sweat from his brow. "I've got to be more careful around these monsters," he muttered

[Several constellations are impressed.]

"Constellations, huh?" he whispered, glancing at the sky. He sighed, taking in the destruction around him. "This city is even more dangerous than I thought..." His eyes fell on a ruined clothing store nearby. A small smile tugged at his lips. "At least I might get some new clothes out of this."

He slipped into the store, the air inside eerily still. No surprise-who in their right mind would stay in a city crawling with monsters? Lucky for him. As he browsed the racks, he found jackets, pants, and shoes that looked sturdy enough. With a quick smile, he grabbed what he needed and headed to the dressing room.

Undressing, he winced as his wound was exposed. He quickly wiped it clean with his old shirt, tying a piece of cloth around it as a makeshift bandage. "Damn that guy," he muttered, remembering the one who had nearly killed him. Shaking it off, he put on the new clothes.

The pants had plenty of pockets, which would come in handy, and the jacket felt durable. After lacing up his new shoes, he stood before the mirror, inspecting his reflection. "Heh, not bad," he smirked, running a hand through his hair. "Looking good, if I do say so myself."

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is unamused.]

[The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' is embarrassed.]

　　　　　 　　　"Well, not my fault," he muttered, rolling his eyes. He quickly grabbed a bag he spotted nearby, putting on a mask as he ran outside, careful not to breathe too much. "I need to find some supplies and food," he mumbled to himself, ducking behind a wall to avoid being seen by monsters. After scanning the area for a while, he spotted an empty 7/11.

He hurried inside, his eyes darting around the shelves.

　　　　"Okay, I need water, cup noodles, canned food, a flashlight, bandages, and some painkillers," he muttered, rushing down the aisles. He grabbed seven bottles of water, stuffing them into his bag, then moved on. A pack of medicine caught his eye, along with a bottle of painkillers. He snatched up three different kinds of medicine and two bottles of painkillers, before grabbing a few cup noodles and canned foods.

'I can't carry too much... only the essentials,' he thought, making his way toward the batteries and flashlights. After grabbing what he needed, he muttered to himself, "I think that's it."

He stood up and glanced at his wound. Carefully, he unwrapped the makeshift bandage, grimacing. Once the cloth was off, he poured alcohol on the wound, his eyes widening in pain as he groaned. It stung fiercely, but he cleaned it as best he could before wrapping it in fresh bandages to prevent infection. With a sigh, he sat down to rest, drinking some water to cool off.

After a brief rest, he stood up, slung the bag over his good arm, and muttered, 'Okay, this is suspicious... there's no scenario right now, and I haven't seen a dokkaebi for a while...' He sighed. "Whatever, I need to get into a scenario to earn some coins."

He checked his balance-500 coins. "Not enough to buy anything useful," he mumbled, frowning. "Anyway, I can't stay here any longer."

He hurried toward the exit, breaking into a run as he thought, 'I think Kim Dokja is helping Jung Heewon right now.' A small smile formed on his face. "I have to get to the underground to meet them."

[ A few constellation is curious about you smiling like a maniac ]

Focused on running and staying hidden in the deserted streets, he quickly found the entrance to the subway and rushed down the stairs, eager to reunite with the others.

As Y/n descended into the entrance, he immediately spotted a group of people, weapons in hand. One of them noticed him. His body stiffened as the man began walking toward him. Then, more of the group turned, and it hit him-this was a trap.

"Hey, you!" the man called, pointing his weapon at Y/n as he approached.

Y/n's heart pounded. His hands grew clammy, and his legs felt weak, but he forced himself to stay calm. Slowly, he started to back away. "H-Hey, let's talk about this," he stammered, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

The group burst into laughter, mocking him. The man who had spoken first laughed louder than the rest. "Yeah, sure, we'll spare you... if you hand over that bag," he sneered, gesturing to Y/n's backpack, stuffed with canned food and water.

Y/n froze, his gaze hardening. "So, you're telling me you'll only spare me if I give you the supplies I worked hard to get?" His voice was steady, but laced with disdain.

The man's grin vanished, his expression twisting with anger. The others mirrored his fury. "You little-!" the man snarled through gritted teeth and lunged at Y/n.

Y/n's eyes widened as he dodged the attack, barely avoiding the man's grasp. "Crap!" he muttered to himself, already sprinting away.

"Get him!" the man shouted, and the mob gave chase.

"What the hell is wrong with these people?!" Y/n panted, glancing over his shoulder. They were relentless, driven by greed and desperation. Just for food, they were willing to kill.

He sprinted down a narrow area but skidded to a stop at a dead end. "God, what now?!" he gasped, desperately searching for an escape route. But the group had already caught up.

"If you don't give us that bag, we're going to kill you," the man growled, stepping forward. His eyes gleamed with malice. He was confident Y/n would surrender.

But Y/n chuckled under his breath, grabbing a sturdy wooden stick from the ground. "No, I don't think so," he said, his voice calm but his mind racing. 'Crap, I'm going to die for trying to act cool,' he thought, barely keeping up the bravado.

The man's face darkened with rage, and he lunged again. This time, Y/n was ready. He swung the stick hard, catching the man in the groin. As the man doubled over in pain, Y/n landed a few quick punches.

Another attacker rushed him from behind, but Y/n dodged just in time, slamming the stick into the side of his head. The two men crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The rest of the group hesitated, watching their fallen comrades.

With gritted teeth, they charged all at once. Y/n braced himself. He wasn't going to go down without a fight.

𓉸˚̣̣̣　◟ ͜ 　　　𓎢𓎡　　 ✚

　　　　　　　Maybe going into ORV wasn't such a great idea after all, Y/N panted, catching his breath after the skirmish. The group of attackers now lay unconscious at his feet, their bodies scattered around the alley. With a quick glance around, he crouched down and rummaged through one guy's bag, pulling out a chocolate bar and stuffing it into his pocket.

"Gosh, people really turn into maniacs in an apocalypse..." he muttered, shaking his head. He couldn't help but think about how quickly everyone had devolved into killing each other for food and supplies. Survival of the fittest, he supposed.

Standing up, Y/N brushed the dirt off his clothes. 'No time to waste. I need to find Kim Dokja,' he reminded himself. Then a thought struck him, and he grinned. "Wait... I can steal their coins!"

With that, he quickly swiped the coins from their unconscious bodies. 2,098 coins. His grin widened.

"Woah, these guys are like pigs, hoarding this much!" Y/N laughed to himself, satisfied with his haul. He gave one last glance at the group before focusing his attention forward. 'Alright, time to go. I need to meet them before the next scenario starts.'

He turned away from the bodies and made his way through the desolate streets. After a while, he finally reached his destination. His eyes lit up as he spotted the sign in front of him.

Geumho.

[ You have entered the safe zone ]