I'm still alive

I slowly opened the container house door. The construction site was still quiet. I leaned out first to see if they were there or not, and when they were not seen, I turned my head and gestured to my brother and sister. And Lee Hye-in quietly stuck by my side and asked me if I could stop by the convenience store that was before.

Of course I asked back, 'Why?' Then Lee Hye-in said, 'The bag I brought first is still there. I'll pack more things in that bag.Maybe they're trying to get their own food. I didn't think it was a bad idea, and I nodded.

There is no time for delay. I walked slowly along the wall with stealthy steps. The two followed closely behind me like shadows, as if to imitate me. Lee Jin-soo looked a little uncomfortable walking, but he could see that he was following well.

I took a turn and headed to the convenience store that I had been passing by. It wasn't a long distance, so I quickly arrived in front of the convenience store, and I hid in front of the convenience store and looked around for a while. And I went into the convenience store, taking care not to make a sound.

The man I knocked out was invisible. Still, he must have left with a package to live, but I prayed they'd find him as soon as possible. After that, the brother and sister followed slowly, and soon they heard irritating voices and sighs.

Perhaps the man took Lee Hye-in's bag. Lee Hye-in must have been very upset when she cursed at him. I was startled to hear her swearing and tried hard to avoid my eyes. Then they refilled the items consumed at the container house, and their pockets were filled with candy.

The brother and sister were also wary of me, so they packed plastic bags at the convenience store and stopped them for now. Plastic bags make sounds every time they move, and they are uncomfortable to carry and move. You don't have to come back or carry a risk factor. I told my brother and sister to pack a few blankets for you to sleep in. The brother and sister carefully packed the blanket.

I quickly left the convenience store. And I carefully walked in case they passed this way. Then he turned around and made sure that his brother and sister were following him well, and leaned down and strode along. I could hear a busily following me from behind, but I couldn't afford to look back again.

I couldn't let go of the tension as I looked around with quick steps. In this cold weather, I was sweating profusely as if I had sprinted 100 meters, and my breath was full. And I kept walking nervously thinking that I might meet the passers passing by.

Before I knew it, I passed the paved road, and entered the beginning of the mountain where I started. Then, to reach the destination quickly, he chose a hiking trail and moved on again. My whole body was wet with sweat. Breathing out breaths, he climbed up and up the steep slope again and again. My shoulder hurt because the bag was so heavy, but I held it in and walked.

It was a fast pace, and my heart thumped at the thought of arriving soon. But at that moment I heard a call for me from behind. 'Mr. Man!' 'Mr. Man, hold on!' It was clear that Lee Jin-soo was calling me.

I looked back with an irritated face, asking why I was called at this important time. Looking back, he never stopped walking. When I didn't stop walking, Lee Jin-soo quickly passed by my sister and ran to me where such power came from. He told me in a low voice, as though he had a hard look on his face, it was very important.

I can hear a child crying.’

I felt the pain of the nerves in my toes and fingertips running through my body to the tips of my head. Then he stopped walking fast and listened. And I focused on the small sound. I began to hear sounds that I hadn't heard in the wind.

I can hear you. I can definitely hear you. I can hear a child crying! A child's cry, which had been concealed by my harsh breath, pierced my eardrum, and struck my head. I felt as if I had been hit in the back of my head. Soon after, passion boiled up in the fire, burning the distant spirit constantly.

I threw my bag behind me. Then he began to run along the desperate hiking trail. The more I jumped, the clearer I could hear the child crying. My heart beat like crazy, and my breath shot up. I grabbed the spear in my hand like it was going to break.

I resent my body for being stuck in the corner of the room. My body sent out a limit signal, but I turned away from it, ran and ran. The lungs constantly demanded oxygen, and I finally stopped breathing. My mind was dim and my vision was blurred. Chae-yeon's face passed by in front of her eyes like a flashlight.

I was so scared and so scared that all this was going to disappear like a mirage. The crying of a child was now heard loud. I can see the public restroom where we used to stay. The public restroom seen from afar was half-washed, and the materials that had been blocked in front of the door were thrown out here and there to see if they showed signs of intrusion.

I kicked in the half-washed door. And clasped tightly to the edge of the window shaking with rage. Chae-yeon was crying, holding her bruised cheek as if she had been hit hard. And the woman I met at the bicycle center was battling a man who seemed to be an intruder with Chae-yeon behind her back.

She seemed to be the foot of the weak, not a physical struggle, but where was the fragile figure she saw at first, holding the man desperately like a lioness, biting him with her teeth and shedding tears. Chae-yeon burst into tears as if the world had collapsed when she saw it.

I remember the shouts they used to scream when they escaped from the goshiwon. It's like a roar of hatred from every bloodline. It's like a black hatred that felt unconditional intent to kill without a moment's hesitation towards the end. I screamed the same thing as them. My hands and feet tremble with rage and blood spurts to the tip of my head.

Chae-yeon looked over here in surprise and soon burst into tears again, and the woman let go of her arms with a face full of tears. The unidentified man was looking this way with a puzzled look on his face. A dirty, lustful face. The scumbags who chose to be monsters before the end of the world. I threw a spear at the heart precisely. He turned on his face in embarrassment.

The blade of the spear did not pierce his heart because he cut himself, but instead it poked his lower abdomen accurately. I felt like putting a knife in the meat. My spear cut through the skin and flesh, plowed through the gut. He let out a cry of pain and poured out blood.

I tried to pull out the spear blade with the idea of taking the man's life. But while screaming in pain, he caught a spear in his stomach that might have read my intentions.

Then he staggered, took something out of the back of his trousers and aimed at me. The moment I recognized what it was, my hair turned white. It's a revolver. It was exactly like the revolver the police were holding in my memory. Where did I get it from, my body stiffened with an entirely unexpected weapon.

The assailant aimed the revolver at me with a face contorted with pain. I have to move my body and take it away....... My body hardened like a stone, as if facing Medusa in front. Then the man pulled the trigger, and at that moment something flew from the side and pushed the man away. Bang! The shot rang, and I shut my eyes tightly. And fell backwards. The gunshot must have hit the eardrum hard, so I couldn't get my head together. I tried to hold my sight by shaking my head repeatedly.

Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.... ...

I could still hear nothing but ringing tinnitus and harsh breathing. I stared blankly at the floor where a piece of glass had fallen and touched the ground to get up. The gun didn't hit me, and smashed the mirror next to me to pieces. When he opened his mouth blankly and looked at the unidentified man again, he was bleeding and fell on the floor.

I saw an unidentified man trying to shoot again and a woman throwing herself to stop it. It's the woman who came with me from the bicycle center. I looked at it as if it were a scene in a dream and soon turned my eyes to look at her. Chae-yeon was curled up in the corner, covering her ears.

Chae-yeon. Chae-yeon...….

I felt like something was going to pop out of me. The mind comes back clear again. At the same time, anger begins to heat up my body. I grabbed hold of my frantic wobbly head, and stood up staggeringly. Then he took the gun and flung himself at the grooving gunman.

In a clumsy move, he got on top of him and put his fist in his face. And with one hand, he started the fight, pushing as hard as he could so he wouldn't catch a gun. Still, the body could not keep its balance in the shaky field of vision. While I was making a clumsy attack, he took my hand while hitting his face. But I didn't lose, and I put my forehead in his face.

My eyes flashed with a bang. He slowly began to relax with a groan of gasp. I didn't miss it and took out his hand and punched him in the face. Broken nose, crushed lips.

I didn't stop punching him until he relaxed. My fists were torn, and it hurt, but I didn't stop. And soon he's limping. Only then did I breathe hard and put my fist down. And then he came down from his body like he was falling.

And I could feel the small hotness that came into my arms at the momentarily. It's Chae Yeon. Chae Yeon was crying and shaking. He didn't say anything, but he seemed to criticize me for coming now. I slowly hugged Chae-yeon, wiping away tears. And he whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Mr. Man!"

And at the sound of the moment, I awoke from my imagination. As I turned my head in a hurry in the direction of the sound, I could see the essence. Jinsu was calling me as I threw and held the whole bag in front of him, grabbed the blood-flowing boat and pushed the unidentified man out of the door. It looked very firm to close your lips tightly and use of force.

I slowly lowered Chae-yeon, who was holding her, to the side. Then I found a window that fell on the floor over there and held it full of hands.

The string of my society has been cut off for the last time today. I shouldn't be weak anymore. When I lifted the spear, the fear was young in the eyes of the man trying to run away. And as death came before his eyes, he shook his hands with a cry-like scream, and struggled to get away from here as much as possible.

For some reason, I just felt down. Nevertheless, the spear was as light as a feather. Should I kill him? There was not even such a question. I put a spear in his neck without hesitation as if I had to.