By Zephyria 
「Dragon Cloud City Zombie Sighting?? Came Back from the Dead. What are these bastards??」
Mi-so reflexively moved her thumb to check the comments.
wo1111
Is the Hyung who filmed this still alive?
Meow meow
………Wow… What did I just see…….
pdifupeace
Excuse me, but what is this?
sinna90
Uploading this without any blurring, lol. No one believes this, right?
The algorithm is doing a terrible job these days.
Guerrilla Boom Boom
Ah, everything was good, but the woman suddenly snapping her neck is too much, lol. Suddenly unrealistic.
└ㅠㅠ??
└I also felt let down after seeing the neck snap, lol. I don’t know what kind of viral marketing this is, but the quality is good, lol.
└Looking at the location again, it seems like that market alley where the Lulugirls were shooting their 2nd album cover. So, they must be filming something.
└I think that’s Dongmyo~~ This is said to be Sangwon City.
└Oh, I see.
Welcome
The development period for Dead Island 3 was too long, so I thought it would be a mess like Duke Nukem Forever, but it seems they’re putting effort into POV promotion, lol. It looks like it will be well-made.
└Ah, I came in thinking it was a promotion for Dying Light, but it could be that too.
└Oh, that game is fun too, lol.
Gram 2
Is this something that’s being released? Or a game? Anyone know?
poppop
I’m going to have a crazy nightmare.
Yuhani
Hey, is this real? Our neighborhood is in chaos with police cars right now.
└Where in the neighborhood?
└Dragon Cloud City
└But this is Sangwon City?
└Answering instead. It seems like Sangwon City isn’t the only one in this mess;; I’m in Incheon, and the sirens are going off here too. It’s no joke.
sifue
Just looks like they’re high on drugs.
Sky Leader
Oh my~~!! What is this? I’m scared the kids will see itㅜㅜ
Mi-so looked back at the teaching assistant with a bewildered expression.
“…Hey, is this like a movie promotion video or something?”
“For something like that, there are hundreds of videos like this on Onstar. Isn’t it strange? And they were all uploaded just 30 minutes ago.”
As the teaching assistant touched the screen a few times, thumbnails of real-time trending videos were listed in a row. At best, they were all videos uploaded just a few tens of minutes ago, and the titles were all riddled with words like ‘zombie,’ ‘drug side effects,’ and ‘horror.’ It seemed that these strange phenomena were occurring not only in Sangwon City but also in other metropolitan areas.
Mi-so, who had been wrinkling her forehead while checking the thumbnails, let out a hollow breath.
“Ugh. Still, logically, how can a person’s neck turn 180 degrees?”
“Well, that’s true, but if you look closely,”
“Stop fooling around and go help Ha-jin. I’ll check outside and go to the waiting room right away.”
Ha-jin, who had been checking the stage directions, had already disappeared into the waiting room. There was less than a minute left until the audience entered. Mi-so, who almost forgot her duty, ran up the stairs between the seats.
“Well, anyway, it’s always good to be careful!”
Mi-so lightly ignored the teaching assistant’s shout from behind and threw open the entrance door. She could see a long line stretched out on the right side of the lobby, as if a waiting line had already formed. She whispered to the guide attached to the door.
“Are they entering now?”
The guide checked the staff name tag hanging around Mi-so’s neck and nodded.
“Yes. Staff can use the side door.”
“Ah, okay. Thank you.”
Mi-so squeezed through the crowd and stepped into the lobby. There were only about 15 minutes left before the show started. The lobby was already packed with people taking pictures with pamphlets in the photo zone, children crying, and members of Do Ha-jin’s fan cafe.
Mi-so shook her head as if trying to shake off the lingering images of the strange video she had just seen. She was hurrying to the ticket booth to check the number of remaining on-site tickets.
Weeeooo― Bee-yoh― Beeee― Bee-yoh― Bee― Bee-yoh― Bee, bee, bee―
Loud siren sounds echoed on the intersection road in front of the small theater. Startled, Mi-so stopped walking and raised her chin. Through the glass window, several fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars were rushing together in the same direction. Even at a glance, the number was quite large.
“What’s going on?”
“Looks like there’s a big fire somewhere.”
“Ugh, it’s so loud….”
In the midst of the murmuring crowd, someone quickly bumped into Mi-so’s waist and passed by.
“Wow! Uncle! Helicopter, helicopter!”
Mi-so frowned, staggering. The culprit was a girl with her hair tied cutely in pigtails.
“Excuse me.”
At that moment, a man with a heavy, low voice apologized instead. Mi-so barely heard his apology and shifted her gaze to the direction the child’s finger was pointing.
Doo-doo-doo― Doo-doo-doo―
A muffled noise echoed from a low altitude. Several dark green helicopters, seemingly military helicopters, quickly disappeared to the south.
What is really going on? The lingering images of the video she had tried so hard to shake off flashed through her mind again. Feeling uneasy for no reason, Mi-so rummaged through her pockets. It seemed she had left her phone in the waiting room, as all she could find was her car key with a rabbit keyring.
―The performance will begin shortly. All audience members, please be seated. The performance will begin shortly….
As the siren sounds that had been loudly echoing on the road disappeared, an announcement was broadcasted. The people who had been gathered in a chaotic crowd like a flea market began to move towards the entrance of the small theater one by one. Mi-so, who had been looking outside for a while, finally turned her steps towards the on-site ticket booth.
❖ ❖ ❖
“Hello. Did you make a reservation for Mermaid Park?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your name?”
“Eden Jeong, no, Jeong Tae-geon.”
The woman distributing tickets at the ticket booth glanced at the man in front of her, who was standing a head taller than others. Jeong Tae-geon, Jeong Tae-geon…. While rummaging through the stacked ticket envelopes, looking for the name, her gaze kept being drawn forward.
The man was looking around with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his forearms. His raised chin felt strangely authoritative, but his relaxed mouth gave an impression far from arrogance. The woman, who had been glancing at his dualistic appearance, listened to the voice flowing from her heart.
‘He’s freaking handsome.’
She fixed her eyes on the man’s high nose and then shifted her gaze to the side. A foreigner with wavy brown hair and light caramel-colored skin, and a man in his 30s wearing nerdy glasses, were standing next to the handsome man in a demure posture. Judging from the atmosphere, it didn’t seem like they had come to promote friendship among friends.
Tilting her head at the somewhat odd combination, she handed over the ticket she had found.
“Three adults and one child, is that correct?”
“Yes.”
“Have a good time.”
The man, who formally made eye contact, turned around. A girl who had popped out from somewhere grabbed onto the man’s thigh as he walked.
“Buy me magic tools!”
Instead of answering, the man wrapped his arm around the child’s body and lifted her up. Her cute braided pigtails swayed back and forth.
“Afterwards.”
“Can’t we now?”
“No. It’s annoying to carry around.”
Eden, who clumsily soothed the child, stood in the waiting line. At that moment, a sharp siren sound pierced his ears.
Weeeooo― Bee-yoh― Beeee― Bee-yoh― Bee― Bee-yoh― Bee, bee, bee―
The sounds didn’t connect as one but bounced around like a cacophony. It was an unpleasant noise that heavily vibrated even the organs inside his body.
“Wow! Uncle! Helicopter, helicopter!”
His niece, who had slipped out of his arms, ran recklessly towards the glass window, not even noticing that she was bumping into people.
“Excuse me.”
Eden, who apologized to the passerby instead, looked out the window. The fire truck at the front, the ambulance in the middle, and the police cars following as if escorting them were driving down the road in a line. He frowned at the endless procession and raised his head. Five military helicopters cutting through the sky caught his eye.
At that moment, Jeffrey, who had come to his side, tapped Eden’s shoulder and spoke in English.
[What is that? Those are attack helicopters, not transport helicopters. Are they going on some kind of training exercise?]
[Looks like Apaches. Judging by the number, it doesn’t seem like a unit training exercise.]
Eden skillfully named the helicopter model. The Apache was a helicopter with high offensive power, so much so that it could be called the strongest attack helicopter in the world. As far as he knew, there were less than 40 Apaches in Korea.
While Eden was carefully observing the outside, Jeffrey shuddered and made a fuss.
[North Korea didn’t provoke us, did they? I don’t want to die in a war.]
He was babbling about something unlikely in a boring way. Eden, who closed his mouth at the story that wasn’t worth responding to, picked up his phone. His face, as he made a call somewhere, was filled with an indifference that seemed to contemplate the entire situation. After two rings, the call was connected.
[―Hello. This is Blue Works Situation Room.]
[Code 2897.]
As he called the communication code, another connection sound immediately followed.
[―War Situation Room, this is Michael.]
[This is Eden Jeong.]
[―Hello, CTO. This is Michael.]
[It seems Hugo is away.]
[―He’s out for a moment. Can I help you?]
[Please monitor Sangwon City, Chungcheongnam-do, Republic of Korea.]
Typing sounds were heard over the receiver while the lobby became noisy.
Soon, an entrance announcement was heard, and people flocked to the entrance like a flood.
“Uncle, let’s go in too.”
[―There is no Code Red situation shared based on before 1 PM in your current location.]
[Is real-time tracking possible?]
“Let’s go in, Uncle Tae-geon!”
[―Yes, it is possible. We will contact you through Hugo if any abnormal situation occurs.]
Eden, who hung up the phone, flicked Byeol’s forehead, who was shaking his pants.
“Stop acting up, you brat.”
“You said today was your day off, but you’re working here too!”
“It’s not work,”
“You’re just a liar if you open your mouth.”
Eden rubbed his forehead as if he was done with it. Jeffrey was chuckling as if he was enjoying the sight of the arrogant Eden Jeong, who couldn’t even win against a seven-year-old child. Park Chun-beom, who had been standing next to them like an invisible man, also bit his lip as if he felt relieved.
“Is it funny?”
Eden, who sighed, turned to Jeffrey and Park Chun-beom and frowned. Jeffrey playfully took the magic show ticket in Eden’s hand as if snatching it away.
[Are you going to act like a boss even on your day off?]
Then, he held out a poster he was holding in his hand to Eden’s chest. Eden, who frowned unpleasantly, accepted the poster.
‘Do Ha-jin’s Time Travel Magic Show!’
He must be in his mid-twenties. The face of a fair-skinned, handsome man was plastered on one side of the poster. The magician’s expressionless face was filled with an untainted seriousness. But at best, he only looked like a jester who made a living off of children’s pocket money.
Eden nonchalantly crumpled the poster he was holding and threw it into the trash can next to the ticket booth.