I'm still alive

I could feel something shaking me. I woke up in a fright and looked around desperately. Looking around, it was a shelter lobby. Maybe I fell asleep. When I closed my eyes a couple of times to wake up, I saw an old man staring at me with a stiff face.

When I was about to open my mouth what was going on, the old man hurriedly closed my mouth and glistened his eyes. I could see instinctively that something had happened. The dark lobby was filled with only the breathing sounds of the old man and me.

I breathed out a harsh breath and tried to hear another sound in it. Then something strange starts to come from outside. The sound of wandering through grass and fallen leaves. It moved so still that I couldn't even hear the sound of footsteps.

But apparently something was cutting through the wind and wandering the wind. I gulped down my saliva. The worst that I had hoped would not come has come now.

The old man calmly holds the shotgun and loads the gun one by one. And he looked at me and said,

'I hope you don't shoot me if you can....... he's moving so fast and I can't hear his footsteps.'

At the sound, I grabbed a gun with my trembling hand and clung to the window. Then the old man slowly crawled to the other side, glued by the window and looked outside. I lifted the curtain slightly with trembling hands.

And as I looked out, there was a baguette and I could see outside the shelter in between. It was an exceptionally bright day. So I could see the outline of the structures and trees outside the shelter very well. And I found it. Something that passes by so fast and so fast.

It was hanging from a tree and passing in a flash between the trees. There was a reason why I couldn't hear footsteps. It was moving with its long arms, holding onto a tree.

Whenever I saw a shadow in the moonlight, I couldn't hold my breath. However, I couldn't even close my eyes because of the fear of coming. As soon as I closed my eyes, it was likely to come in here.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….’

He circled around the shelter as if mocking us, spewing out his unique unpleasant grotesque. A tickling sound in my ear made me even more crazy. I took out a great sword with trembling hands and put it on the sword.

Every time I heard the sound of wind passing by, I got goosebumps and I was sweating profusely. It was waiting for the time to circulate around the shelter and attack, as if to drive game. When he looked toward the elderly, the old man hardened his face and took out an iron skewer.

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Check the old watch given by the old man.

An hour has passed.

It still hasn't attacked and has constantly circled the shelter. Is it waiting for us to weaken? No, maybe they're just playing us. A toy that can be killed at any time. In his eyes we'll look like toys.

After a long time with a lot of tension, the limit slowly comes. Muscles stiffen stiffly, complaining of pain, and a sharpened mind slowly makes the body tired. Breathe as if running for a long time.

When he looked at the old man with trembling eyes, the old man was breathing heavily. the fear that the enemy might attack at any moment And dark room and dark outside. The whole situation was pushing us to the end of the line.

And another hour has passed.

I wanted to run out of that door right away and scream and shoot. But the last remaining reason caught the urge. That door is the hell gate. The moment you open that door, you lose your life. I kept reciting and clasping the gun with both hands.

He looked at the old man again with anxious eyes. The old man was still sitting on the other side of me and looking out. However, he looked quite tired. The elderly are beginning to reach their limits. to have no time What should I do? Should I die exhausted and exhausted like this?

The sound I'm hearing will be heard in the warehouse over there. Fortunately, there was no big window for him to penetrate, but there was a small vent. I'm sure they're listening to this over there, too. Can I sleep? No, I'm afraid it's the same situation as me.

There is no means to break through. a sense of helplessness in doing nothing Like a chick trapped in a cage and waiting for death day by day, I felt a terrible sense of loss. Soon the sense of loss slowly dulls the tension and we were heading in the direction it intended.

More time goes by.

My eyes are closing because I'm so tired. And hungry and thirsty. When will the morning come? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. That constant groan now sounds like a lullaby. I was putting down my gun before I knew it. The tension that had been kept tight gradually slackens.

an inflexible eyelid And the head is too heavy. I bow my head unconsciously. Slowly deviate from consciousness. My body and mind slowly fall apart as if I had a nightmare.

Thick hair and stiff, tired eyes. When I close my eyes, I feel as if I were lying on a cloud. Yeah, wouldn't it be okay to sleep for a while? The flood of water makes me feel at ease.

What about him? What about the old man? What about Chae-yeon? My head constantly sends warning signals, but my body ignores the warning and falls into sleep. Deep, very deep. So my mind sinks into that deep abyss beneath the surface.

There is a loud radio noise. The noise bothers my ears. And a thunder-like voice hits my eardrums intensely.

Kwak Dong Yoon!

Brother?

Breathe in. A loud thunderstorm in my head woke me up. Who's calling me? What's going on? I opened my eyes in my sleep and looked everywhere frantically. Entering a hazy view, this was the shelter lobby. It was quiet and dark. There was no one to call me.

Did he dream? What was I doing? The head, which had been buried in sleep, could not come to its senses and was blurry as if it had thick noise. I shook my head quickly and tried to grasp the situation. I was asleep. But I've got something....... I was doing it was...….

And I felt goose bumps at the moment. And he senselessly skimmed around and hurriedly grabbed the gun. I fell asleep. I fell asleep. I screamed silently and moved my muscles to get up. Hardened muscles don't listen to my consciousness and take my time.

Turn the field of vision hurriedly and look to the direction where the old man was. The old man was fortunate enough to be the last I saw. But just as I fell asleep, the old man was asleep with his head down.

at a loss for a long time

And the groans that come.

And I found it.

It's what you see through the window next to the old man.

Waiting for us to fall asleep. Wandering around the shelter, it was hanging in the shelter like a lie and looking at the old man quietly. The end of the hunt! It has a hideous nose.

The predator, who has been constantly chasing after the prey, begins his final act when the prey falls asleep.

It grinned and slowly reached out to the old man.

My heart beats like crazy. Drumming my eardrums as if a big train was passing by me. I was still in a languid state and moved desperately, kicking my limp body.

A sense of resistance pushes my body away as if I were drowning. This is fear or fear. But I face it. a vow never to back down And the instinct to protect drives out the fear. I cross fear.

Clink, clink!

A large, sharp nail smashes the window and destroys the shroud that has been clumsily blocked the windowed. And the huge weapon is precisely directed to the old man's head. My heart was pounding like crazy and I kicked desperately and stared at the scene.

And eye contact with it. When it finds me running this way, it erases a smile on my face and begins to slowly twist it. Rebellion of the Hunting! The predator will feel anger. Faced with the anger, I reached out to the old man with all my might.

It touched!

I pushed the old man by a hair's breadth. And again, time flies fast.

The flying piece of glass falls to the bottom of the hood and the huge hand skimmers over my head. The old man and I tangled and rolled to one side of the lobby. The old man stumbles around looking at me in surprise.

Then I found its face through the window. The old man's face turns white. Then, with quick action, grab the shotgun and the iron skewer that you put on one side.

It's angry. Even though there were no eyeballs, strangely red eyes glow. The glare shone so clearly in the dark. And it swings its long hand into the shelter without hesitation.

The sound of cutting through the wind, as if swinging a big electric pole, is eerie. I look at it blankly and I roll on the floor led by an old man. A sharp fingernail passes narrowly before my eyes. We scrambled to avoid a ruthless attack wielding like a madwoman on the floor.

Kang!

While I was frantically rolling on the floor, a sharp sound of iron and iron striking went off. I looked there in a hurry. Then the old man leaned against one wall and raised a shotgun to block the attack.

And a desperate struggle for strength.

He was pushing the old man to the wall, as if to show an overwhelming difference. The old man struggled to lift the shotgun, but the slow-paced arm was telling him that there was not much time left. I crawled desperately on the floor where my gun fell.

And at the moment with a dull sound, the old man flies into the air and falls into the desk. The man who looked at it smiled and gave a grotesque cry as if satisfied. And look at my side and start grinding my teeth. When I heard the sound, my chills went numb and I collapsed unknowingly.

And at the same time came a whimpering cry from the warehouse.

At that moment his face turned to him and his torn mouth went up horribly.

I felt my heart sink at the moment.

The women and children hiding in the warehouse must have been listening to all this. They were trembling with fear in that narrow warehouse waiting for a time when they might die. And a natural cry from fear.

As if aiming for a baby in the nest, his eyes naturally turn to the warehouse.

No!

I screamed silently. I can vividly imagine him tearing up the party with that sharp hand. I can't let that happen. Don't let it head that way. Never let it open that door, even if it risks my life.

Something hidden in my body explodes. The fear that made my mouth water fly away, and the fear of death that pushed my body away like a mirage for a moment. The former filled my body.

I staggered up and lifted the gun. In the moonlight coming into the room, the Great Sword shines sharply. I kicked my seat and put my gun forward. And he's looking at the warehouse with his arm.

The suppressed yell burst out of my mouth. The anger of the underdog that was crouching. The muscles have expanded to the limit and the adrenaline that fills my head constantly whips my hatred. And an exact single point.

I thrust the sword forward.

The tip of the bayonet runs through his skin. It felt a sense of resistance, but soon broke it down and penetrated deep inside. He makes an eerie noise. The groan was a mixture of terrible fears from pain, not contentment or intent to kill.

The man who gets bitten by a prey moves violently.

But I don't miss that moment and I turn the gun around and dig through his muscles. Then lift the gun as hard as you can and pull the sword out of his arm. Dirty blood splashed and the sword that escaped from the flesh makes a mess of flesh.

The muscle is half torn and the arm that is in tatters is pulled out in a hurry.

And he turns his head and looks at me.

I don't lose, I face him. It must be the first pain I've felt since I thought about it. You must have seen everything in the world as a prey and never felt the feeling of fear. That is why it hated and feared me.

An being who has made himself so painful. It imprints its presence on both eyes.

We are not game!

the oblique line of death at stake We poured all our hatred and malice into each other as if we were facing each other on a single log bridge. And it smashed all the windows and shields and pushed itself into the shelter to see if it was coming to a conclusion. The red-hot ointment makes one feel numb.

But when I faced fear, I stood upright like an old tree standing firm.

I'm putting the bloody bayonet back in front of me. And then we ran towards the guy who crawled into the shelter. He comes to me quickly scratching the floor with his long fingernails. I pushed my gun forward as hard as I could and struck the sword.

However, the attack, which he abandoned his guard, was sharp and fierce enough to take my life at once.