I'm still alive

Cut off three shots and shoot. At first, the bullets cut through the empty air, but then flew in a row through the shoulder of the soldier who was shooting. And the last bullet to fly through the neck and kill off.

Blood rises like a fountain and slowly dissipates into the air. The view is narrower and blurry as if it were in the water. I hold my breath and concentrate all my mind on shooting.

Adrenaline is secreted like crazy. The pupils dilate and the heartbeat hits the eardrum. The world is moving so slowly. I can clearly hear the silence of the soldier. When a person's life is cut off with just three shots, strange feelings pierce the fingertips.

Move the aiming range again and aim the soldier next to it. Everything was as fast and accurate as instinct. The soldiers look back at me with a puzzled look at the sudden attack from behind. The soldier's face, shouting at me between the sightings, looked too big as if he had enlarged the big TV.

My trembling eyes were on the oblique line, and I pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Tang Tang Tang Tang Tang

Exactly three shots again! Two feet pass by and the last one hits his forehead. Blood splashes and his head falls back with a thud.

Two people died in an instant. The remaining three are in a state of disarray and turn the gun urgently as death approaches. The gun chimes as it faces me. When their guns flashed, my body reacted faster than my brain and was jumping into the cover.

I hear the sound of bullets tearing through the space and flying in. When I hide as if I'm stuck on the floor, the bullet hits where I was. It smells like heavy gunpowder and makes my ears feel deaf. My eyes are taut and my hands are twitching.

Kicking his trembling legs with his shoes, he breathes out a breath. Bang bang! There's a dull shot twice. When I looked at him gently, he was responding to the elderly. And a scream goes off. A soldier gets hit by a slug bullet and breaks his leg.

Breathing desperately, I rolled over. One with a broken leg was screaming with his legs clasped, while the other two were torn apart by attacks from both sides.

There is no room to cover up because it is in the middle of the road. One is scurrying to take out the ammunition, as if he had consumed all the bullets, while the other is retorting toward the elderly. Let's calm down, let's calm down. It's a favorable situation.

I desperately comfort my head, weighed down with excitement. Then lift the gun again and move your eyes to the aiming range. The soldier, who was changing the ammunition dumps, screams at his colleague in a hurry as if he had found me. But it's already late.

I pulled the trigger on the back of the man firing at the old man. three shots fired again Blood bursts on his back and the soldier skewers into that condition. There was no further movement.

I see the other one screaming and putting in the ammunition. You look young. And it's a very familiar face. He puts in the ammunition dumps with tears and a runny nose, but it doesn't go in the opposite direction. Still, I'm busy looking at me and crumpling it.

shivering eyes and tears The face of terror seemed to say, "Please save me." I finally breathe out. Breathe out bitter breaths and swallow sweet breaths. Sweat drips down along the edge of my eyes. When I wipe it with my hand, my fingers are all sweaty.

And then calmly fire one shot at his shoulder. The soldier's shoulder bursts and falls with a scream as he tries to put in the ammunition. And I run fast and kick his gun. As I looked closely, the face I knew was right.

You shot me!

The face warps without mercy. Anger and hatred boil in my body as if there was a demon in my body. My half-flying ear hurts like crazy.

I made eye contact with the soldier as if to look me in the eye. The soldier desperately rubbed his hands and begged me as the gun flew away.

Please, please, save me! Please...... I'm still a college student! What? Please help me...….’

The soldier didn't even remember who I was. He was just begging for his life without asking me who I was and why he was shooting himself here.

I asked myself. Do you sympathize?

And I answered. No, it's so gross.

'You remember my face.’

There was a harsh and husky voice coming out of my mouth that made me doubt if it had come from it. Hate and malice flow out every time you exhale. You'll have to remember. The man you shot thoughtlessly, the faces of the people you killed. The soldier asked back with a stupid face.

'......yes?'

'......you should have remembered.'

Pull the trigger and the last soldier's head explodes. Now the gunfire has stopped and only the screams of a soldier with a broken leg take up the vacancy. The gunpowder smoke from the gunpoint spreads like a haze in the air.

I stumbled along to the law school building. At that moment, there is a gunshot coming from afar and a sound of something exploding. The radio that the soldiers were carrying sounded noisily and the radio content was filled with shouts.

The bodies of soldiers are captured one by one as they pass through the streets covered with shells and blood. A soldier with a broken leg may have a shock due to hyperlipidemia, turning his eyes behind and causing convulsions. I didn't stop walking looking at it. He will die painfully.

When he came to his senses and looked ahead, the old man came up to me and looked at me.

asked the old man.

'Are you all right?

I answered.

'It's all right.'

Then the old man asked again.

'Why are you here?'

And I answered.

I'm regretting it.'

The old man laughed weakly. And soon, he smiled with endless clear laughter. Can you laugh in this situation? I asked, but I was smiling without realizing it. Time passed. Both stopped laughing and looked at each other endlessly. The old man spoke to me in a calm voice.

'Thank you for saving me.'

Ah, I gazed into space with a small breath. A lump that clumped in the heart slowly disappears. Tears come out for no reason and swallow tears while looking up at the sky. An inexplicable feeling rises. Tears drip down my cheeks. I cried out into my heart and looked up at the sky only.

My heart was so cool that my tears were so relieved that I cried like that. The words of thanks came so deep that they melted my heart.

The old man turns his eyes toward the building door and beckons. Then a woman walks out of the door cautiously. He must have been starving so far, and his steps have been in jeopardy. The old man rushed to help the woman.

dirty clothes and dirty hair And a pale face. The woman walked out gently, exhaled rough breath, looked at me, and lowered her head slowly. I looked face to face and lowered my head.

'My granddaughter.'

The old man closed his eyes by saying so. Then he said thank you and recited it quietly.

Did you find the kid?'

I answered with a nod.

Found him. He's hiding not far from here.'

The old man replied with a smile.

'Good thing.

And when I heard the old man's answer, I nodded and asked in a voice of some concern.

'There are kids who were with us.'

'Yes, I'll take him.'

Before I could say anything more, the old man cut me off and answered. I gazed at the old man with my mouth wide open. And I asked again in a slightly quivering voice.

'Are you all right?'

Then the old man nodded in a sign of positivity. And he said to me with a smile.

'That's like you.

I shut my mouth quietly when I heard that. And I coughed as I looked into the air because I felt awkward for nothing. In the meantime, the sound of the explosion began to grow louder and the gunfire was heard urgently. The old man grabbed me by the shoulder and spoke to me as if to calm down as I was in a hurry to lift the gun up there.

'I don't think more soldiers are coming.'

I asked in question. Then the old man took a radio out of his pocket. And turn up the volume and let me hear the radio.

The radio was heard shouting, screaming and exploding. And a little cry passes through my eardrums.

Strange groans, creepy cries!

It's them. They're coming here.

I grabbed the gun and said to the old man.

'There's a ditch behind the building on the side. There are kids there.'

'What about you?

'Wait there a moment, please.'

I swallow my saliva. The old man then nods his head without further asking. And walk slowly in the direction I came to, helping my granddaughter. And slowly moving away, telling me not to be late.

I look at it and soon turn my eyes to the law school building. Then move your steps and walk towards it. I still have work to do. Without that clue, I would have ended my life in that shelter.

The last lump that still lingers in your mind. It hastened my steps.

It was awfully dark when I entered the building. Take a flash out of your bag and light up the front. The hall was packed with chairs and desks, and the doors were locked with chains and thick locks. As I walked fast through the hall, I lit up the classroom window with a flash.

Empty lecture rooms and stacked lecture rooms. Quickly checking each and every one of them, I ran endlessly down the hall. And at the end of the flashlight in the classroom, I could see something crouching in a corner of the classroom. It slowly raised its head as I lit the fire. Then I got up gently and came to the window.

I pushed Furesh further into the light. It slowly came to me, covering its face with its hands whether it was blinding or blinding, and soon put its hands away and look at me. As soon as I check her face, I smash the classroom window with a dog's head plate.

Breathless. I put my hand into the spear and give it to her. Kang Soo-ryeon held my hand with trembling hands. The inside of the classroom was cold, her hands were cold. As expected, her face was pale and thin.

She would have done her best to protect Chae-yeon. It was obvious that he would have resisted and resisted like then. One eye had blue bruises and where the long hair had gone was cut short. Bowing down her face, where the traces of abuse remained, she shed tears.

I opened my lips that wouldn't fall and told her.

Chae Yeon is waiting.'

She answered in tears.

'Yes......'