I'm still alive

We began to move as the sun went down.

Not all the barricades had sentries. As I headed away from the main gate, there were quiet, low hills. As expected, they were also meticulously blocked by buses and trees, but they could not always stand guard. Is it okay to be this sloppy? It even occurred to me that.

After a long period of observation, there was no sign of popularity except for patrolling soldiers. He lay face down on the floor with the old man, waiting for the sun to set completely. Then we measured the time interval at which soldiers went on patrol, and it was about 30 to 40 minutes long.

The old man rose cautiously as the sun set and the last patrol passed near the bus. and walked toward the bus with quick steps. I followed after him with a tense face.

The old man crawled under the bus at first. I was also on the verge of lax vigilance, but the old man shook his head and came out again. It was also blocked.

The old man rolls his eyes for a moment to see if he is worried. Then a moment later he brought a stone from the hill and asked me for cloth. I took the cloth out of my bag and held it out to the old man because I had brought some cloth. The old man accepts the cloth, wraps the stone, and lifts it up.

And the old man hits the edge of the bus window hard with a stone wrapped in cloth. With a dull sound, the window cracked, and one more strike broke with a clink. Surprised by the pretty loud noise, there was no other response yet, as if it were a long distance for the patrolman to hear.

It was a fight against time from now on. As soon as the old man broke the window, I quickly approached the side of the bus and posed so that the old man could step on my shoulder. The old man stepped on my shoulder and climbed up at once, reaching out to me in the bus. I jumped long, held the old man's hand, and went into the bus, enduring the pain I felt at the top of my foot.

There was no sign of a person inside the bus. We were forced to squat, leaving footprints in the thin layer of dust. And made sure there was no one around through the window, and took a breather for a while. The old man spoke to me in a small voice.

'The boundaries are looser than I thought. But if the patrol passes through here, you'll find traces. Take 30 minutes to figure it out.’

I nodded softly. The old man looked at my face for a moment, and soon got up slowly and opened the opposite bus window. And the old man lands on the floor instantly over the window and lends his shoulders for me with a sore foot. I stepped on that shoulder and quickly came down to the floor.

We walked slowly to the inner map of Sinseoul University, which was built in one place. The old man told me, drawing his finger at the current position.

'The law school building is pretty close from here. But the problem is, the veterinary building is on the opposite end of here.’

The old man stopped there and shut his mouth. It was a good warning. I answered with a nod.

'If I'm late, go ahead.'

The old man smiled only lightly without answering. And began to run slowly to one side without saying anything. I looked at the old man slowly moving away and checked the internal map again. Then he took a turn and started running slowly. It's time to stay away from the old man for a while and be alone again.

The cold wind of the knife pierces the wound on the ear. In fact, I lost my senses from yesterday to the side of my cheek. Sometimes, the pain of pricking with a needle or the pain of a rat is painful, but after that, the pain disappears like a lie.

I can't even think of opening the wound by loosening the bandage. It was obvious that it was getting worse, but I just kept my mouth. In this situation, even this seemed like a baby. I picked a place that wasn't part of the road and ran. Hidden as much as possible under the shadow of a tree or building. The shadow will hide me.

The inside of the school was as silent as death. No one was seen in the streets of the university. They seemed to know that they were getting sensitive at night. Of course it was good news for me. I moved my steps quickly with relief.

The windows of the buildings were all covered by something, and not a single light leaked out. Occasionally visible patrols were not a threat to me. I'm tired of avoiding them. How difficult is it to be a person? I hid in the dark and waited for the patrols to pass, or in the dark, they passed unknowingly.

The road ahead was the main road for cars. While walking along this main street, he fell into the gymnasium, and the veterinary clinic building was in front of the gym. I found a checkpoint while walking carefully with a keen sense to get there.

Originally, it was a checkpoint to check cars entering the interior, but now people gathered in front of a small bonfire to see if it had turned into a playground for these guys. Sometimes I could hear the sound of words and laughter. Then the soldiers who were on patrol returned to the checkpoint, and there were also soldiers who were on patrol at the checkpoint.

I walked on full alert, fearing that even that little light might catch me. Stuck close to the trees by the side of the road, he desperately hides himself in the dark. My heart beats fast, but my steps were quiet, stealthy. Passing through there, I saw a large playground on the right, and there was a pile of things piled up to see if it had lost its use.

Sweat drips down my chin. Sitting down for a while, exhaled a rough breath. Did the old man arrive safely? Could Chae-yeon have been taken somewhere else? When I am lost in thought, I shake my head and shake it off. This is no time to think.

Passing through the path where the playground was visible, I could see many buildings now that they had entered deep inside the university. An occasional sound or scream. And the laughter rings in my ears. But the screams and laughter are also slowly scattered in this deep darkness.

How long has it been? Where did I arrive? By the time I thought of it, I was at a crossroads. You can see the tennis court diagonally and a large building on the left side of the fork. I clench my fist and open my eyes.

Sports Complex!

We're finally here. That building in front of the gym is the veterinary building I was looking for.

Chaeyeon, wait a little bit. I ran with a gun, constantly reciting it in my mouth. The heavy bag dangle and holds onto my body, and tiredness and pain blow like the wind to block my way. But I beat my feet and ran and ran.

However, he soon swallowed his breath and lowered his posture like an instinct. and quickly hid under the shadow of the gym building. Then a little light leaked out with the sound of the gym door opening. I inhaled and lowered my posture.

I began to hear people talking. the humming of a song in full of excitement Soon I began to hear footsteps and a person came into my sight. A man wearing plain clothes, not a soldier, who walks toward a flower bed, drunk or tottering steps.

I glanced at the man, glued close by the wall as if it were a shadow.

As the man passed by me, there was a terrible smell of alcohol and a bad smell. The man came up to the flower bed humming over and over what was so exciting that he soon lowered his pants and began to pee.

I tried to catch the beating heart and recited it to myself. You won't find me. Let's wait and see. I waited so long, holding my breath, for a moment, and the sound of human speech began to come from one side of the man's pocket.

Where are you, sir?’

Cheek.

The man burped heavily, muttered an unknown word and took it out of his pocket what appeared to be a radio. And answer with a sound full of boozealous.

'I'm going to wrap it up. What's wrong, punk?'

The walkie-talkie sounded with a noise. And I heard the man's voice earlier.

They're asking if there's anything new.’

The man then spat out phlegm on the floor, reciting curses. And answered with a loud voice.

'Are those bastards going to die if they just use a little something?'

Then the radio did not answer. Perhaps his opponent was lower than this man. And soon an answer came from the radio.

He asked me if I had any children.….’

Upon hearing the answer, the man sighed deeply, then spat out curses, picked up a radio and said,

'Take the girls you caught this time.’

At the end of the remark, he turned off the radio and put it in his pocket. And then hum again and concentrate on urination. I carefully pull out the bayonet. And I clenched the bayonet handle with my trembling hand. The tremors were not fear and fear, but anger and disgust.

I didn't have the right to kill him just because I had sinned. I'm neither a judge nor an executor. For the wicked who pass by me leave me behind, and the good who harm mine kill. No one was as cowardly and selfish as I was. That's why people have been so strong in their lives, even if they have killed people so far.

I still felt a sense of duty. Not a dazzling sense of mission that burns like a flame, but a very dull, dirty, gutter-like sense of duty. Just as the cleaner can't just pass the garbage, I couldn't just pass this man.

When she heard what the man said, Chae-yeon's face flashed before her eyes. a face with a clear smile Even though the world was so dirty, he was as pure and innocent as he was. Maybe all the kids in the world do.

This man didn't feel guilty about tarnishing such white drawing paper. It's too obvious. And he gave me permission as if he was annoyed. A word from this man was so disgusting. And the child the man mentioned had been shaking like crazy at the thought that she might have become Chae-yeon.

I raised the sword with my trembling hands.

No sound should be heard. I quickly stepped back and covered the man's mouth with my hand. The man stumbles with a shriek. I didn't miss the chance and grabbed the sword and stabbed it in the man's neck.

A sharp bayonet cuts through the flesh at a single stroke, penetrating the blood vessels. When I feel a man struggling, I take the knife out again, and stab it in again. Blood bursts like a fountain. The blood splashes in the flower bed, and makes my hands blood-stained.

And as I splashed into my face, I closed my eyes reflexively. The man's painful or blocked mouth made a continuous shriek. And hold my hand, and try to resist, kicking the floor with legs. Once again the knife is pulled out, the blood splashes like a fountain and embroiders the air.

The man wraps his neck with his hands like an instinct, and then falls down slowly. The man looks at me panting and gasping for breath as if his trachea was torn. The man's eyes blur. Drop a small eye in the blood to see the lantern. And close your eyes.

I took the cloth out of my bag and washed my hands. And wiped my bloodstained face. Last time I wiped the Great Sword, I threw up on the spot. I rubbed my face covered with tears and a runny nose with my sleeves and leaned against the wall.

I felt something in my heart was breaking. The body temperature and heart rate felt in the hands were no match for stabbing a person with a knife. As the man's temperature cooled down, I felt myself slowly cooled.

I don't have time to be silly. I whipped myself constantly. Then he staggered himself up. I removed the remaining blood stains with cloth in case I met Chae-yeon. The blood that came out of my body was stuck to my body and it didn't fall off.

He stared blankly at the bloodstains, and was distracted by the prickly wound and hid himself again in the dark. Then I stared at the veterinary building in front of me. Time is running out. You have to move your body fast.

Dazed spirit and fast-moving bodies collide with each other and pull them down. Despite such resistance, I moved desperately.