I'm still alive

I thought they were going to attack me soon, but I didn't even have a moment to look back. Sweat is pouring down in cold weather. I wiped away tears and sweat with my sleeves while running. The view narrows as the mind becomes blurred. Breath fills up to the tip of your chin and you can hear a continuous sound from your mouth.

Before we knew it, the road we had walked was passing. When he realized that he had moved quite far from the main gate, complex emotions mixed with relief and regret came up with a harsh breath. I'm going back. We can go back. I recited with my mouth. The recitation streamed down, squashed like saliva with breath.

Now I can hear their footsteps right behind me. I didn't look back, but I can see their hands and teeth. The crossroads pass and Shin Seoul National University slowly moves away. The main road passes and narrow alleys appear.

I run there without thinking. The narrow alley was filled with cars parked on both sides. At an interval that only one person could pass, I hurriedly turned aside and advanced step by step.

The men who followed me were following the gap as they collided and stepped on each other. My hands and eyes were fixed to me even as I was crushed and trampled on each other. Their groaning stimulates the ears.

Like the waves on the six sides? Now, like a tidal wave, they started pushing and stepping on each other. The cars are smashed up and the waves of bodies take over them. The fear that drove me to the limit made me scream loudly and run for my life.

And that far-away sign caught my eye. I ran over there without hesitation.

Gwanaksan Outdoor Arboretum Of course, at that time, I was so busy that I had no time to read and judge the letters on the sign. Whether it was a dead end or a more dangerous road, I ran frantically towards it without fear. A wide road appeared as I got out of the narrow alley.

On the right was full of trees and on the left was a small stream. I gulped down and started running again. My heart was pounding and my nerves, which had become so sensitive, continued to stir up fear in my head.

Looking back slightly, a gray wave was following me. A dead man swallowing a living, a wave of death sweeping all things, is swept toward this place. While stepping on and pushing each other, their red eyes were all directed at me.

I felt goose bumps from foot to head. I instinctively looked forward again. It's a formidable speed. It occurred to me that I might die now.

Death is just around the corner. I'm under the illusion that the road narrows. Nothing was heard now. The road burns. No, I see a mirage like that. Fear paralyzes hearing and only hell's tinnitus rings long. I feel my breath slowly clogged with hot feet.

He was running on a dangerous line that seemed to blow his feet at any moment. The leg muscles are ringing and the body's strength is gradually. My heart is pounding like crazy because that wave is about to hit me.

Right behind you! It's right behind you. The waves followed right behind us. The dull sound they make as they step on the ground and tangle with each other is ringing like crazy. And the groans they exhale are heard right behind them.

The view is shaking. Tears and runny noses run down the ball and fall on the floor. The thought disappears. Consciousness is flying away. No, no. Think. Think of living. I kept reminding myself. You have to get out of hell.

turn one's eyes to the side I could see the stream flowing through the narrow view. I twisted my foot earlier than I thought where this place was. My body leans sideways and I instinctively hit the floor. Then he throws himself at the stream.

Once I closed my eyes, I could see my body in the air. And when I closed my eyes again, I saw the gray waves sweep past where I was running earlier. My body falls badly on the floor. And I felt intense pain in my body.

A strong pain that makes me dizzy and unconscious comes up on my back. I opened my mouth with a crack. And blinking, exhaling pain. I have a throbbing and a headache. I frowned and tried to correct my blurred vision.

I shook my head as hard as I could. I could feel the blurred vision slowly coming back. That's the road I used to run away from, and this is the stream next to it. The moment I became self-aware, I could feel my dizzying spirit coming back clearly.

Let's run!

I struggled to regain my sense of never coming back. I could feel water dripping over my face. I pulled myself up to get up and fell again. Whenever that happened, the ankle-length water splashed and wet my whole body.

Hold the floor with your hands and exhale. When the icy cold water touched my body, I felt a chill. That coldness holds my spirit burning like a fire. When I lift my head out of breath, I see them flying into the sky.

They haven't given up yet. They don't give up until they chew my flesh. I vomited on the floor. I couldn't breathe because I was suffocated. But I crawled like an instinct to live.

And I managed to pull myself up and wriggle and try to stay as far away from them as possible. I struggled forward, swinging my arms and legs.

Every time I moved my feet, there was a loud sound of cutting through the water. With the sound, the sound of something dull falling on the water begins to increase. As if a flock of flying fish were jumping into the water, a crazy noise is ringing in my ears. Splash, splash, splash!

I wanted to look back, but I couldn't. The cold and fear that is gathering makes my body tremble violently. Teeth clap and clap as they collide. Water clings to my body like a shackle and pulls me in.

I ran for so long. The chase for death began to come to an end. The end point of the stream begins to be seen in the distance. There was no other road leading to the stream. The view is dimly distant. The thought that death was just around the corner made me groan out of my mouth.

I slowly closed my eyes, swallowing the rushing breath and fear. Then he raised his hand. I had a gun in my hand. How strongly I held him, his hands were stiffened and his skin turned white.

I pulled the trigger with one hand. A heavy load sounded at the fingertips. Slowly lift the gun, put the gun forward, and open your eyes wide for the last struggle.

Looking at the men running, I moved my sights. Then naturally, his eyes turned to the water running on the floor. I looked at the water flowing blankly. It was like a normal flowing water. I was blocked by a wall that flowed in the direction of others' flow.

Left, right, never the life that I wanted to flow. Then suddenly my life became a rough bird. They step on each other and rise up. Such rough currents that collide and blend violently.

I stared blankly at the flowing water and fell into a little thought even in an emergency. As if the balloon burst suddenly, the tension, fear, and fear all fly away in a moment. My head is getting cold now.

I picked up the gun and put the gun between them. Strangely, the aiming span remained unshakable. Pull the trigger. One of them is going down. Pull the trigger again. Another one will fall down.

The shellfish pops out and falls on the floor. The gunpowder smoke rises like a haze from the gun and slowly dissipates. I pulled the trigger frantically. It's as if I'm hitting the target. Every time they shoot, their heads explode and fall on the floor.

Is it resignation or is it just an experience that you have been through so far? In the face of death I was pulling the trigger so calmly. Even though many have fallen, more are followed. I calmly pulled the empty ammunition out of the tank and pulled the last one out of the tank belt.

He held up his last bullet and, as soon as he loaded it, stopped moving and dropped his hand. And then I stared at the guys running this way blankly. If you get caught, you'll die in pain, right?

I slowly raised the gun upside down and headed the gun down my chin. Pull the trigger and it's all over. You die at once without pain.

As if a short film with eyes closed, I can't see anything can be seen.

I can't hear them. I can only hear the sound of water running under my feet. Gently open your eyes and look under your feet.

The black blood they shed is mixed in the water and flows slowly here. The clear water turned into a gutter because of dirty fatigue.

The water, stained with black blood, runs past me and flows behind me.

It's flowing?

I stood there blankly and murmured. Then he looked back in a hurry. I thought it was a blocked waterway. No, this was not a blocked waterway. Obviously the water was running. I ran in a hurry and began to dig up a dead end covered with grass.

The sharp, tough grass cut my hand, but I didn't stop digging. Halfway through the grass there was a big drain hole. The steel bar was blocked in a cross shape, but it was rusty due to a long period of flooding.

I looked back in a hurry. 10 seconds or so for them to get here. I screamed and kicked the bar with my feet. The rebar did not fall from the sewer entrance, even though it was shaking dangerously. I took a gun and aimed it at the edge of the bar.

One step, two steps, one step again! He hit three shots in a row, but only splashes the concrete. When I heard them approaching me, I couldn't keep my head above water and ended up shouting and shooting.

A piece of stone splashed on his face and powder covered his eyes. Then with a tingling sound, one side of the bar was seen half broken. I kick it off without delay and tear it off one side of the bar. The narrow entrance, there was an interval that only one person could get in.

I throw myself into it without hesitation. Crawled as much as possible and struggled to get through the narrow gap. And the moment I passed that narrow gap halfway through, I felt something holding me back.

I kicked the guy who grabbed my foot with a scream. He was kicked, but showed his teeth to me, showing a deadly intention to kill him.

I squeezed his last strength and kicked him hard in the face. He stumbled for a moment and I quickly pulled out of the room. And crawled desperately into the sewers.

Sticky water stains and garbage covered the front and gave off a terrible smell, but I crawled through the endless dark sewer, ignoring it to live.

Then he looked back in astonishment at the loud groan. Then they were struggling to get through the narrow entrance. I rushed out my gun, aimed it at you, and went on a wild rampage.

Please don't come! Die!!!!!!!!

I screamed and pulled the trigger until I emptied the tank. The men who were trying to pass through the narrow entrance were shot and stopped moving, and the ones behind them began to push it senselessly. But the dead bodies blocked the narrow entrance.

The rebar and the body get tangled. As if the drain were clogged, the sewer entrance was clogged. After that, there was a groan of anger that he had missed me.

A groan of at least a few hundred peeled my skin. They just pushed the body away in ignorance to make sure it didn't come back. Their simple actions saved my life. Soon the surroundings will be quiet.

The light completely disappeared when the sewer entrance was blocked. be deafened by the sound of a gunshot I could hear nothing but my breathing in that dark sewer.