I'm still alive

I glided down the ladder. It was a very urgent moment. At the same time I came down, the old man followed me down. Small smoke was rising from the entrance of the gun's mouth, which the old man was holding. It wasn't until then that I realized I had shot someone. The stinging smell of gunpowder slowly stimulates sensitive nerves on the tip of the nose.

I looked at the old man, holding my trembling hand tightly. The old man put his shotgun and bag behind his shoulder to see if he was ready to run fast. I slapped my cheek hard with both hands to come to my senses. With the sound of mating, strong pain came from cheeks and wounded ears.

I let out a painful groan, and my mind was slowly returning to the intense pain. I nodded at the old man, and held the gun tight. Then he began to run fast on the floor. I watched the road all night to see where to go. A rest area and a parking lot are drawn in my head, and the direction in which I should run is decided. The old man follows me quickly as I start running.

At the same time, women scream on the rooftop. And I heard something dull breaking and breaking. Their groaning pierced my eardrums sharply. I wanted to look back, but I managed to hold back and bite my lips tight.

When I get out of the rest area building, I can see the parking lot that I have passed. And I see them coming in. Where so many people came from, they were running frantically over the crowded car and heading to the rest stop.

They were running in the direction of sound, stepping on each other even when they fell and fell. The waves of monsters created by blind hostility and insane hunger unfold before one's eyes again. The car glass breaks, the shape is crushed.

The hell that can be drawn. My heart beats like crazy. As if the fear of coming to me exploded right next to me, I can hear deep tinnitus in my ears. Fear encroaches upon my body. I began to run fast to find a way to live.

You have to go to the exit. We have to go to the exit! Moving my body was the only instinct to live. I murmured constantly to myself. You can see a car-packed exit in the distance. As if to beckon me to come, the big sign said 'exit'.

I turned around and ran madly there. I get goose bumps all over my body, and my back hair pulls. The eyes are stiff, suffocating, and drooling in the mouth. I couldn't even feel the strength of my legs. But the important thing is that I'm running now.

I arrived under the sign with the exit written on it. When I looked back, I was filled with people who came to the rest area. Over there, they were crossing the parking lot wall and heading to a rest area, and the entrance was the same situation. They're coming from all over the place! My hair stands up at the moment.

The ominousness fills my head, and fear lick my skin mercilessly. I can hear them. I can hear them. I groped for the old man, reaching out into the air. It was only after a few empty touches in the air that the old man got his hands on.

There was no time to ask for understanding. The experiences I had so far were telling me to hide right away. I grabbed the old man's clothes tightly and dragged him under the car. And I put myself under it, too. Bright vision darkens in an instant. The scene, which was like a horror movie, quickly turned under the car.

I exhaled a rough breath and soon closed my mouth tightly with my hands. The head tells you to exhale a bitter exhale quickly, and swallow a sweet exhale. But survival instinct has devoured such a desire. I closed my mouth tightly with my hands and looked at the old man with trembling vision.

The old man, too, follows me and closes his mouth tightly and slowly bows his head to the floor. And came by. The sound of the waves they make in the distance. I can hear the car window breaking. I can hear footsteps running through the roof of the car.

thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump.

I bit my lips tight. Then he bowed his head down on the floor. They're getting closer. I can hear the sound of barefoot stepping on the concrete floor and the strange groans they exhale. My skin is throbbing and I get goose bumps all over. They looked as if they were saying this. 'There it is.' 'Eat it.' 'Killing it.' 'Tear it apart.'

The waves finally hit the car where we were in. The car shakes violently. I bit my sleeve tightly to hold back my scream. We waited under the car for them to pass. Ten seconds felt like ten hours. Fearful thoughts filled my mind.

Couldn't turn the field of view forward or sideways. In the face of fear, instinct gave in coldly. I couldn't close my eyes and only looked at the floor of the cold asphalt. Then my skin and ears felt around me and scraped together as much information as possible.

How many numbers are passing over us? Do you think they're all dead on the roof? I slowly closed my eyes. Then he hit his face completely on the floor. I feel faint. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare.

In a time of wildness I fell into the sea of fear. The body's senses slowly disappeared, and fell into the illusion of floating on the black surface. Chae-yeon's face floats over the black screen. Now, I missed you so much. And I really want to live.

* * *

'It's all gone.’

I took a breath in my breathless. Then he coughs hard and breathes hard. I felt my heart start beating again as if I had been given artificial respiration. Tears well up and my nose is wet. I kept coughing, drooling.

Breath was so sweet. And it was quiet all around. When I looked at my shoulder, my old hand was raised. When I turned my eyes to it, I saw an old man looking at me with calm, subdued eyes. I nodded in a small way because it seemed like you were asking me if I was okay.

As soon as I came to my senses, I looked forward and sideways under the car. I could only see under the other car at a narrow interval. But I couldn't hear them anymore. I stammered and asked the old man.

How long has it been?’

Then the old man replied,

'It's been a while since I heard the sound.’

I gulped down my saliva. I think they're all gone. But I thought maybe I didn't know, so I approached the side of the car hard. The door of the car was far away, and the floor was full of fragments of glass. I swept it with my arms, moved it sideways, and carefully raised myself halfway up.

There was no sound heard. And none of them came into limited sight. I touched the ground to raise myself completely. Then look at both sides again and fully stretch your body. Looking toward the rest area, you can see cars with broken roofs, and you can see the rest area building turned into hell.

I can't hear a scream anymore. The crawling guys cling to the building like molds, and flock together to create a disgusting scene. We have to get out of here quickly before they go back.

I turned my head with a little moan. And when I looked on both sides, I could see only the soundproof walls of the road at a narrow interval. And finally, I slowly turned around and looked back, and there was someone there looking at me still.

He's drooling and looking at me with red eyes. He looked at me and drooled at me as he was standing between cars, whether he was in a blind spot that he had never seen under the car. And slowly opened his mouth. The bloodstained saliva dripped and flesh was seen through the teeth. What he bit so much around his mouth was full of blood.

My hair turned white. I stopped the accident. He screamed with joy and came out of the car and climbed onto the hood of his car. And then, at one go, kicked his leg and came at me. I lifted the gun that I was holding reflexively.

He tried to bite my neck with his teeth forward like a beast. Luckily, I stopped him with a gun. When he stopped the attack with his entire body, he chewed it like a gun was a piece of flesh.

The unpleasant sound of chewing the gun with teeth resounded. I instinctively push him and try to get out of here. But as if he would not let go of me, he held my body tightly with both hands, and Iro chewed the gun repeatedly.

Overwhelming force, increasingly underpowering hands. And the saliva that falls on the clothes. I swallowed a scream, slowly blaming my weak hand.

At the moment something flies and hits him on the head. When he doesn't take his mouth out of the gun, he hits his head hard again. Only then did I push him with all my strength to the teeth that fell out. Then I turned my eyes and saw an old man holding a shotgun from above the car.

The old man held a shotgun with cold eyes like a baseball bat. And I swung the dog's head plate as hard as I could and hit him in the head. I heard something crunching and breaking. I didn't miss the chance and kicked him. He lost his balance and fell on the hood of the car and began to shake all over.

The head is broken and the bone marrow flows down, and the eyes that shine fiercely lose their light and show the whites. I stood up staggeringly, exhaling. The old man also breathed his breath and slowly lowered the shotgun to the floor.

I held a gun and put a sword on his head. And without hesitation, he shot a gun and put a bayonet in his eyes. His movements slowly stopped.