I'm still alive

In fact, it is contradictory for me to feel this feeling. I've watched a lot of death in this single-room window. I neither resisted nor fought together in the face of the death. I'm just sitting on one side of the room waiting for a quiet, comfortable death.

This little window I see was just a small TV broadcasting death. I watched as if I were watching TV, sitting on the sidelines, pretending not to know. And I've been comforting myself like this. 'You're not a superhero.' That's right.

I had no duty or power to save them. That's why I stayed still. But I tried to save the child. Are you fickle or pervert? Because she's a girl? Or because you're young? Do you happen to expect a dramatic situation in the novel? There is no ship-wrecking or walking corpse in the novel.

I don't intend to be a good person in the face of a very realistic situation. Still, I'm trying to. So I write a penitentiary in my diary. In front of the people I've turned away from, I'm finally going to face fear and bring that child who is trapped in a narrow place like me and waiting for death. I've been hoping and hoping. Hands to get me out of this room!

That child is probably the same. No, I'm sure it will be the same. He can't walk out because he doesn't have the courage to lock himself up and escape. It is not known to ordinary people. Only the same kind can understand and know. That's why we have to save each other.

I sat in front of my diary for half a day, calmly contemplating and planning. It should proceed without mistakes with the mind of piling up small blocks one by one. It took so long to think about it that rational thinking became possible. And many problems filled my head.

First of all, you have to clear the desk that blocked the door. Then open my door, and head for the Gosiwon corridor. And the biggest problem here is whether there is a "he" inside the goshiwon. I watched them all in my eyes. They had the strength and obsession to surpass the average adult male.

They constantly walk and cling to a common purpose without anyone telling them. He was satisfied by turning people into feed, and was like the "source of evil" to find his place. They didn't need a break, and they don't lose morale.

It was like a natural hunter who hunted only human beings. After I finished thinking about them like this, I gave up the idea of fighting them. You should not run into them as much as you can.

And another problem to consider was my physical condition. I starved a lot of time, and haven't had a sip of water since the water was cut off. My throat is parched and my mind is dizzy. His whole body is lethargic, as if to represent the fact that he is not an athletic body. If you go out to save your child like this, you'll be exhausted after a couple of runs.

I need food and water. There was no need to think. Just think of the place I went when I was thirsty and hungry while living in Gosiwon. A public kitchen located halfway through the hall. A gas stove and sink that has a shared refrigerator and can be cooked. And there are free ramen and rice.

I knew there was no need to delay time. And I put the desk away right away. Then I stood up, determined, and as soon as I grabbed the handle, my body froze on the spot as if time had stopped.

A bird trying to break its eggs, or a bird trying to get out of its cage after decades. What came to me was not courage, nor liberation, but simple fear and despair. Why am I trying to leave this safe place with my own feet? What did he say? Let's just sit here and wait for death. When the thought of doing passed by, the hand naturally moved away from the handle.

As soon as I opened this door, I was constantly sweating at the thought of him biting off my neck, and my weak legs trembled profusely. The deaths I saw grazed my eyes as if they had brushed against the lamp.

The baby's cry and the mother's scream. Help me, help me! A black voice grazed my head. And my heart beats fast as if I were running. A working father, a giving up mother. And a girl who falls and cries in her head goes under the car and makes eye contact with me.

By the time I remembered the eyes I was opening the door.

As if to wake up, the cold wind of December brushed my face. Holding the handle, I got up and walked slowly down the hall. It was a hallway that I had walked in this goshiwon countless times, but it was very unfamiliar and difficult that day. Neither corridor was checked. I guess I was out of my mind. I hope they weren't in the hallway.

The inside of the goshiwon was quiet throughout the walk. All the doors were closed, and the public kitchen, which looked carefully, was very still. The morning passed and the lunch was always this quiet. I think that's probably when the incident happened.

It's time for students to study and adults to work. Confirming that nothing was there, I hurried in and closed the door and locked myself in the public kitchen. And moved the table and blocked the door like a habit.

First, I opened the refrigerator. The electricity was cut off, but the cold air temperature without heating did not smell strangely rotten. I opened it just in case, but it was closed right away. The sour smell brought me to my senses.

Then he quickly opened the door again and took the bucket to one side and hurriedly took it to his mouth. I never thought the water was so delicious. Naturally, the electricity was cut off and no lights were turned on, and another gas stove was not turned on.

I was calm for a while at the thought of not being able to eat warm ramen. When I opened the rice cooker, which was always full of rice, I smelled sour and closed it right away. The bridge, which was shaking with tension, collapsed when the tension was eased.

Then I searched the ramen box on one side, took out the ramen, ripped off the ramen bag and took the raw ramen to my mouth. It was savory. The food that came in after a long time made my stomach tremble without mercy.

While I was eating raw ramen, my mind was completely outside. Slowly, I walked to the window and looked out. They were loitering about where the child was. And it was hard to identify the child because his legs were blocked. Anxiety struck. You think they got me while I wasn't watching?

I kept looking under the car with such anxiety, but they didn't seem to be willing to move. We have to get them out of there so everything fits in this plan. I pondered over it.

I know from previous records that they are very sensitive to hearing. And now I have a cell phone in my hand. A 3G folder phone that only accepts calls at the lowest price. I'm pinning a little hope on this isolation symbol, which used to be a spam call.

It's a public kitchen now that I keep a diary. Wait for the sun to set.

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I closed my eyes and waited until night. Maybe 2 hours have passed. I could not sleep even if I was a little relaxed and relaxed. There was little change near the car where the child was hiding.

And the sun began to set, and soon the city was covered with darkness and silence. I thought a lot when I saw the sun starting to lose. I felt as if I were about to throw myself into a running car. Can I live? Can we save the child? I couldn't get up for a while because of the dizzying sensation I had never felt in my life.

The head and body were quite frightened. Sensitive senses continued to touch the brain and nerves and made them breathless. I was scared. The policeman whose stomach was tearing came into my head. The fear of death lurked before my eyes, and for the first time I felt alive. I managed to soothe my beating heart and imagined it for nothing. What is the name of the child? What should I say when I first meet him?

swallowed dry saliva and looked out in darkness. Gosiwon is on the second floor. However, it is a building that has been built for quite a long time and the ground is very low. Therefore, the height to the ground is only slightly lower than the usual second floor.

At first, he planned to go down to the first floor and go outside, but on the first floor, there were stairs to the convenience store and the PC room. No matter how much I think about it, it's a place where a lot of people would go, and it's clear that there are usually a lot of them.

If you meet even one of them, you'll have a major setback in your plan. So the route that I thought and decided on is the other window that exists on one side of the public kitchen. It is a back alley where you can see flower beds below, and there are few people. This road leads to the warehouse in the back, so there is no traffic except for the owner of the building. Sometimes some people come in to smoke, but the road we checked during the day was extremely quiet.

And the most important inducement is the ringtone of this cell phone. Set the cell phone timer back exactly 5 minutes. And put the cell phone on the window of the car where the child is hiding. They're very sensitive to sound. When the car stopped, and no one was there, the city, which was always filled with noise, became so quiet.

Therefore, even the small sound spreads out far and wide as usual. So it's clear that the ringtone will be heard not only by people around here but also by people wandering around cars on the road. While they flocked to the goshiwon building and were distracted by the sound of the cell phone, I jumped out of another window and headed for a car with a child.

Breathed out and spat out. I searched every nook and cranny of the kitchen last night and put the leftover water and raw ramen in a children's Kitty bag. Two of the smallest water bottles and two of the smallest instant noodles were limited because of the small space, but even this bag was happy to think of a child who was hungry and thirsty. As soon as the sun had set, he began to act.

I quickly set a timer on my cell phone with a low battery and poked myself into the window to think for a while. He has been at odds with sports for a while. I wanted to ask myself if I had the courage to go back a year and fly myself from the second floor. And I was hanging in front of the window and thought it was the first time that the situation made people. I threw myself out of the window without hesitation.

He fell badly, let alone fall, and plunged himself into the flower bed. Fortunately, the small trees and the soil became my pedestal. As soon as I fell, I looked around. But the dark alley showed nothing.

Frustrated with fear, I plunged myself into the earth and the flower bed and looked around for a moment. I had the illusion that they would grab my neck and eat it right away. It was scary. So I stuck my head in the dirt, whether or not the dirt was buried, and waited for my eyes to get used to the darkness.

As time passed slowly and the outline of the alley began to be visible, and soon a path in the dark began to be seen in the widened pupils. At that time, the alarm I had set started to sound loudly.

The first wake-up alarm I heard was very clear and fine. The rumbling sound opened the monsters across the tranquil city. For the first time I knew it then, but they were shining fiercely in the dark.

The sight of him running this way with his eyes wide open like a beast was very bizarre. At first, the light, which was just like a small cigarette, gathered one by one, and soon became a group of lights and flocked to the front of the goshiwon like waves.

When I opened my eyes thinly and turned my eyes toward the car where the child was, there were no more bright-eyed people there. I wanted to shout out loud, but soon I closed my mouth and got up slowly and moved with a half bow.

A loud noise was heard from the goshiwon building as we got out of the vicinity of the building. It was clear that the door of the public kitchen was breaking. And soon, the loud sound of the cell phone becomes quiet. Realizing that I had no time, I moved quickly. And soon came by. The sound of their anger.

Would you scream like that if you crushed a person's whole body with a hammer? Do you think that's what it sounds like if you bring out the feeling of hate from the inside? They gave a tearful scream, and soon the sound of breaking and crushing went off in the goshiwon building. I quickly realized that it was not the time to go quietly. Then he hurried on. No, I just ran.

The distance was fairly close. He avoided stopping cars and took out the cheap flashlight he had left in his pocket and started running. And I quickly remembered the type of car by searching through my memory in a hurry. The middle of the road! White Avante! I shouted that in my heart and broke out in a cold sweat. And I swallowed my breath quickly as if I were about to fall over.

There's no time. Grabbing the shaking pupil and checking each type of car by looking at the lights. And it wasn't until a minute later that I found out. The white Avante in the middle of the road. There were torn flesh and bone fragments all around. And with a trembling heart, I glanced under the car with a flashlight.

The child was awake. Even though night had come, he would not have slept, and he was terrified by the legs and the cries of those passing by. The child was shivering like a small bird, blindfolded by the sudden light.

The child was a very small child. The little girl, who was just in the lower grades of elementary school, watched the death of her father and mother before her eyes. And he was just dying because he couldn't adapt to fear. I held out my hand. I reached out for the first time to the child who couldn't get out of the cage like me. A child like me, a child who would be terrified in a small space. For the first time then I laughed. The hesitating child held my hand carefully.