I'm still alive

I'm still alive.

Three days ago, all the TV channels went out of service. The last news I remember was the voice of an urgent announcer. That urgent voice still lingered in my ears, but strangely I don't remember the details. Every language and word felt like crap.

I was concentrating my whole mind on the scene outside the window the day the news came.

A day has passed, another day has passed. After such a meaningless time, the electricity was finally cut off this afternoon, and from the sunset all the gruesome screams from outside disappeared in a momentarily. And the sound of taking the place was a strange groan.

I wanted to believe that this was a human voice. However, the sound was so alien and unfamiliar to humans. I wanted to ask someone what the hell this noise is about, but unfortunately I'm alone in this room.

My mind is confused. Try to pull yourself together a little.

I remembered the calendar I got from the insurance company a week ago and quickly found it in the trash can. And I found an old Monami ballpoint pen under the bed. The goshiwon, which was just for sleeping, had more things than I thought.

I wasn't sure what to do in this situation. So I'm still scared. Holding a pen and paper in both hands like instinct. Perhaps without this record I would have gone mad at the fear of being alone and the fear of going on.

Start recording now. This record is the last letter I send you, and a simple diary and a guidebook for the future. And it's an autobiography. I hope that my own conversation to avoid reality will become a record, and that the diary I write on this calendar will be the last button to continue my life.

All the phones went dead this afternoon when the power was cut off. That is not to say that the call was successful before that. I tried frantically pressing 119, 112 while concentrating on all the situations that looked out the window, but they didn't respond.

I wanted to ask for help. I desperately prayed to get me out of this hellhole. But there was no way there could be anyone who could contact a human like me personally. Not even the god to pray was beside me.

And I started self-justification. The police? They're simply busy trying to settle the case. I'm sure in time you'll knock on my goshiwon door to rescue me. But right after the rationalization, the police saw their stomachs torn out of the window. His screams appeared in my nightmare and bothered me all day.

They didn't kill the policeman at once. I tore my stomach, tore everything apart, swallowed and dug up. They're not just carnivores. No, it was worse than that.

Whether the game was out of breath or not, they continued to advance toward blood and flesh, feeling only primitive hunger, whether or not the bullets were stuck in their bodies.

And they didn't even allow police officers to die easily. He shook his hands and struggled until all his intestines were gone, and soon stopped screaming as if he had died. I stared blankly at the scene and finally turned my eyes at the end.

And when I looked there again after a while, the policeman's body did not exist. I realized this was a clear reality by looking at the fat and blood on the floor.

After watching everything, I moved my desk like an instinct and blocked it from the door. It was the result of the fastest practice in recent years. But I'm not relieved. They were tearing their stomachs with their bare hands, and they were likely to come to me after digging through that thin door.

I watched a lot of death through the window. A woman screaming and running away, a child who lost her mother's hand and became a torn flesh on the spot. And an office worker who falls off fighting with them on the veranda. No matter how rich the society is, no matter what position it holds, it has all become fair meat in front of them.

I will proudly show you what happened on this day.

They? That? What on earth should we define them as?

They kill people. A murderer? And they eat people. Are they cannibals? No, they're not anything I know. Undefined was the kind I had never seen in my life.

What's clear is that they are predators who have taken over the city and are a killer machine that constantly roams through the dark city. Now I could hear the sound of dragging my feet out of the window. You think I'm still hungry? Maybe they're looking for me? Whenever I heard a shriek of dragging feet, I tore my head off and screamed silently.

The image of the policeman still crying is vivid. Only three days. In just three days, the city is full of them. Now, I felt vaguely that both escape and survival are becoming more difficult. What should we do in the future? I can't think of anything in this mess.

Gosiwon is narrow. This small window was the only one except for the door that came out. I remember signing a contract right away with a rare option that comes with a private bathroom. Ramen and rice, which are provided free of charge, have to walk through the hallway to enter the public restaurant.

I was starved. I filled my stomach with water from the sink for three days. The body and spirit constantly demanded food, but I didn't even have the courage to open this porch. I have no strength in my body. I thought it wouldn't be bad to starve to death like this.

I'm worried about how long this cheap flashlight I bought from Daiso will last. When this flashlight goes out, I'm not confident of spending a long dark night alone.