Chapter 107

“Do you know her, boss?”

To Sweeper’s question, Yohan shook his head. The cold barrels of the guns aimed at the five men and women radiated a deadly tension, ready to turn their bodies into sieves at the slightest wrong move.

Except for Min So-hee, who had simply tagged along without understanding the situation, everyone else’s eyes were filled with wariness and killing intent.

A stranger knowing both Yohan’s name and face—that alone was enough to raise every red flag.

It meant either a spy had infiltrated them, they’d been under surveillance, or information had been leaked.

It was an extremely tense standoff, but the nun who had spoken looked oddly calm. In contrast, the faces of the four people around her were visibly strained.

The boy standing right next to her seemed to think they should’ve come armed and began reaching for his waist.

“Don’t move. Make one more move and I’ll turn all five of you into honeycombs.”

Yohan’s sharp bark made the boy flinch. He scowled in displeasure.

“Do as he says, Pio.”

“But—”

“Trust me.”

At her words, the boy called Pio lowered his hand, though his face still showed clear discontent.

Yohan slowly approached the nun. Her expression remained—unpleasantly so—calm.

“You’d better answer honestly. I’m not a good person.”

“Ask me anything.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Because I’ve been waiting for you.”

Yohan pulled a knife from his belt and brought it to her cheek. At that instant, all four people around her flinched simultaneously. They looked ready to leap at Yohan in a heartbeat. Yohan growled as he spoke.

“If you try to play games like that again, I won’t ask twice. I mean it. How do you know my name?”

“I started having prophetic dreams. Dreams where the dead rise and attack the living, where people steal and kill one another… And recently, I saw you all fighting in my dreams. On that island over there.”

“…….”

What came back was an absurd answer.

A heavy silence fell. Yohan had clearly warned her not to mess around a second time, and yet she gave an answer that sounded like a ridiculous prank.

What should he do?

Several loaded glances passed between the team.

Yohan chose to continue the conversation.

“Fighting? With who?”

“Zombies. And a mutant zombie.”

“Zombies and mutant zombies showed up on the island?”

“Yes.”

“How did the zombies appear?”

“That, I don’t know. I can only see fragments. What’s certain is that your group is attacked by the zombies. And all of you die. Not a single one survives.”

“Bullshit.”

Yohan dismissed it outright.

It was already hard to believe that zombies and variants would show up on the island, but to say they’d all die without exception? That was even more unbelievable.

And yet, her expression—that serious, resolute look in a situation where even a hint of deceit could get her killed—made her words feel eerily genuine.

He knew how absurd it sounded. It was something straight out of a fantasy novel. Trusting a stranger who calls your name and claims to be a prophet? That was a fool’s move.

But there was one reason he couldn’t completely dismiss her claim.

The existence of a regressor.

Compared to the idea of someone turning back time, a daughter of God having visions of the future didn’t seem that unrealistic.

And the proof was them. The fact that the five of them had survived this long could be seen as some level of evidence.

“Next question. You said you were waiting for us. Why?”

“Because I dreamed of being with you.”

“With us?”

“Yes. In the future, we were fighting together.”

“Isn’t that a contradiction? First you say we all die, then you say we fight together?”

“There could be multiple futures. One could be where we never meet, or where you don’t trust us and kill us. The other could be the future that results from trusting my words and preparing for what’s to come.”

“Do you have any proof?”

“We are the proof, Yohan. I knew this future before the monsters appeared. That’s how we survived. Even they didn’t believe me at first…”

Her claim matched exactly what Yohan had been thinking. The most solid proof was the fact that she had known about the apocalypse beforehand and prepared for it. Even if it wasn’t 100% accurate, at the very least, she’d known something like this would happen.

“Do you know anything else about this situation?”

“That question is too broad, Yohan.”

“Why the zombies appeared, who made them.”

The nun shook her head with a regretful expression. That, too, was something she didn’t know.

“One last question, then. Who are you?”

“We are followers of Maria Cathedral. I am Sister Cha Jin-hee. My religious name is Paulina. Please call me Rina. These people were chosen through my prophetic dreams before the crisis. Pio, Berda, Luca, Ramos. Those are their baptismal names. It would mean a lot if you referred to them by those names.”

At Yohan’s signal, the team lowered their weapons.

“Are you armed?”

“No. We left all our weapons inside the building.”

Which meant they had deliberately come out unarmed. A smart decision. Even if they had no intent to attack, had they been visibly armed, this conversation might not have happened at all.

Yohan cast his gaze at the people standing protectively behind the nun.

She’d said they were chosen by the prophetic dreams.

That meant she hadn’t picked them herself.

They were probably people who fought alongside her or protected her in her dreams. And those dreams likely didn’t begin with the zombie outbreak. She would’ve needed strong credibility to convince people to prepare for something as absurd as the end of the world.

If he had tried to persuade someone to prepare for doomsday by claiming he was a regressor, he would’ve been treated like a lunatic.

Or, at best, someone just making a really lame joke.

She must’ve been having prophetic dreams even before all this began, and used those past experiences to convince others to believe this one. And now that the prophecy had proven true, it was only natural that their trust in her was absolute. There were only five of them, but their group was bound tightly by solid trust.

That was Yohan’s assessment.

“So then, should I take that to mean you intend to join us?”

“Yes. If you allow it, Yohan.”

“I’ll decide after a few checks. First, introduce yourselves.”

At Yohan’s request, Rina went down the line, explaining each person’s name and personality. There were unnecessary embellishments—like how devout their faith was—but he filtered those parts out as he listened.

“If anyone lays a hand on Rina, I’ll kill them all.”

This arrogant little brat was Pio. Rina’s bodyguard and a core fighter at Camp Maria. His specialty was combat. He was also the college student who had stepped out earlier sensing something was wrong when Yohan’s group surrounded the church. A youth with unique instincts. Yohan’s evaluation was clear: his combat ability remained to be seen.

“Please take care of the young lady.”

This woman, with half her face hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses and dressed in a maid outfit, was Berda. A nanny. Uniquely, she served as a combatant.

Then there was Ramos, a medical professional with a vibe similar to Dr. Park Jae-beom, and Luca, a smooth-talking man with the aura of a coast guard helicopter pilot.

It was a unique and surprisingly well-balanced team.

As Yohan listened to Rina’s explanation, he also learned that she wasn’t just a nun, but also came from a very wealthy family. Her father was a foreigner, and if she had personal bodyguards, the scale of that wealth was obvious. Why she chose to become a nun remained a mystery.

In any case, it meant she had once been a rich heiress before becoming a nun.

“Sorry to ask another question after saying it’d be the last, but… if you came from such a well-off family, couldn’t you have saved more people? I’m not blaming you. I’m just genuinely curious.”

Rina’s expression darkened at Yohan’s question.

“Not everyone believed me. And… I don’t know what would’ve happened if I went against the prophecy. A prophecy should be followed and prepared for, not defied.”

The point was this:

“I couldn’t go against God’s will in choosing these people.”

The ones chosen were selected by the God who gave her the visions. Yohan didn’t necessarily agree with it, but it was beyond his jurisdiction anyway.

God, huh.

What a headache. Yohan shook his head and called over Sweeper and Hajin.

“Wait here for now. Sweeper, Hajin. Let’s head inside.”

When Yohan called them, the two lowered their guns and approached him.

They needed to inspect the inside of the church.

“You believe what they said?”

Sweeper asked as he looked around the entrance.

“With regressors being real, it’s not too much to believe in prophecy. I’m keeping the possibility in mind. What matters is determining whether they’re telling the truth or not.”

“Feels like we’ll be seeing psychics next. But your actions… it’s hard to tell if you believe them or not.”

“I don’t. But there are too many things that don’t add up. That they knew my name. That those people seemed to signal us as if they already knew what was going on. And…”

Yohan flung open a door that appeared to lead to a storeroom. Inside, it was stocked with food and drinking water.

“That they prepared for the disaster in advance. That’s reason enough.”

Enough to last five people a full year, easily. No one could prepare this much without anticipating a disaster.

‘Maybe I have no choice but to believe.’

Believing in prophetic dreams wasn’t all that difficult. What made it hard was accepting what followed.

If that’s true…

‘All of you die. Not a single one survives.’

Then it’s possible that refusing to join them could lead to their total annihilation. He didn’t know when that would be, but still.

“I can’t believe we’d be completely wiped out. Especially with you, boss—you seem like the type who’d crawl out of hell even after dying.”

Yohan didn’t agree. It had only been a month, and they were already getting soft.

Give it a few more months of safety, and they’d be drowning in complacency.

If the zombies launched a surprise attack then—and if variants were among them—they could very well be wiped out.

Sure, prophecies and dreams sounded like utter nonsense. This was an island, after all. Zombies shouldn’t be able to get here.

But was this really a world where things stayed within the bounds of logic?

If this place turned out to be unsafe too—

Then they absolutely had to prepare.

Whether or not they joined forces was a separate matter.

What mattered most was breaking the illusion that ‘this place is safe.’

That idea—that ‘we’re fine here’—was what always came back to bite Yohan and corner him.

As Yohan continued brooding in silence, Hajin grew impatient and asked,

“So? What’s the verdict?”