I'm still alive

The sun was turning orange and the sunset hung between the buildings. The sun will set in half an hour, late twilight. I felt anxious and a little irritated that something had happened, even though the time was coming for me to finish everything and hold my breath.

We came up to the roof. And looking at the old man, the old man was pointing in the direction of the front door. I lowered my posture instinctively and walked quickly towards it. The old man followed closely behind me, too.

We sneaked out on the roof and looked around hard. And soon the old man picked up his finger and pointed in one direction to see if he had found something to show me. My gaze shifted slowly towards it along the old man's finger.

It was behind a building. The building was higher than I thought and the building in front of it was lower than here, so I could see two streets in one block. There was a group of survivors moving actively. I unwittingly lifted the gun and swallowed my saliva.

Three men and two women. It was quite a different combination. However, they were moving quickly and accurately, showing good teamwork as if they had known each other for a long time. What was even more surprising was that the five were united in one group and dealing with them.

When two men grab their attention with a shabby-looking shield, one man and one woman behind them hold a long window and instantly punch their heads. And the other woman was waiting behind him with something.

At first, I thought it was a spear because it was made of wood, but it was never a spear based on the form I was holding. There was only one weapon in the arsenal that could be carried like that. It's a gun. The moment we noticed it was a gun, we felt a surge of anxiety and alertness.

These survivors, quite a veteran, were evident.

The combination was perfect, and I handled about two of them without much difficulty. No, it was like hunting. The way they hunt was very efficient and safe. But we found a crack that began to form between them.

The old man whispered gently in my ear.

You look anxious, don't you?’

I answered without delay.

'Yes.'

There was anxiety between them. Urgentness and fear slowly come to them. Dark foggy darkness slowly dominates the perimeter. The hunting time is over and their time comes.

No matter how veteran he is, he did not have immunity in the face of the terror that he has been attacking. As long as they are residents of this gray city, they must know what it means to be sunset. That's why they couldn't hide their anxious and impatience.

They stopped what they were doing and rushed into the alley. And I crossed the wall in a hurry past the alley that came over this block. And began to walk slowly here. We hurriedly hid ourselves and took care not to be spotted by them.

As they stood out again and looked by the roadside, they were just around the corner. The woman with the gun looked everywhere and pointed to the mart where we were. But his colleagues next to him shook their heads hard and pointed to the front door.

I couldn't hear the sound but I could roughly infer what they were talking about. The woman with the gun said to hide in the mart, and her colleagues seem to have found the main gate we had firmly blocked. We watched it with breathless attention.

The sun has set.

As darkness comes, red fireflies begin to hunt again today.

After thinking for a long time, they urgently look around as the sun sets. And rush into a building. It wasn't until then that I and the old man raised our heads completely and looked at the building where they entered. The old man whispered quietly.

It's Yongpal's house.’

The building where they entered was a butcher's building with Yongpal. It was literally a close distance. I thought I was going to spend some peace, but once again I had an uncomfortable neighbor. I sighed deeply and sank on one of the rooftops. Then the old man came up to me and said,

'Isn't that the guys you were talking about?

I shook my head.

'I don't know.’

A tramp.

There has never been a direct collision, but Oh Hye-yeon's eyewitness account of what they were doing was enough. The vagabonds. They were the next bunch of survivors we had to watch out for. Warlike, destructive, and unethical, they were the top watch list.

Are they vagrants?

I wasn't sure.

But I wondered what it had to do with it. There was no law that they would be favorable to us even if they were not vagrants. And decisively, even we are completely wary of them. The old man sitting next to me recited uneasily.

"I feel like I'm going to come here.….’

That was the biggest problem. If they leave like this without taking any action, we will be watching quietly. But I still remembered the finger of the woman who was pointing to the mart earlier.

a strongly closed front door as if to prove that there are still supplies Now that I've found a place like this, I won't just go back. It was very dangerous if they tried to break in with equipment such as a cutter. The old man's expression was very dark as to whether he thought the same thing as me.

It was hard to decide by myself. I'll discuss this with my party.

Me and the old man shook off our seats and got up and went down to the mart.

* * * * * * *

'You shitty shit!'

Yong-pal got up with abusive language as if he was excited. Then the old man's palm hit the back of the dragon's head. The dragon-arm sat on the floor squealing and the old man quietly rebuked the dragon-arm.

'There's nothing I can't say in front of them...….’

Then Yong-pal scratched his back of the head and bowed slowly toward the party. The children laughed quietly as if it was funny. Then Yong-pal smiles foolishly and makes a funny face. Then the children fall asleep again.

Bam!

The old man frowns again at the sight of the cramping dragon. Then fly a full swing with the palm of your hand. In front of the full swing, the dragon's head reclines forward. Yongpal looks at the old man crying as if he is really sick. But the old man raises his fists as if he's not even going to do it.

Then the atmosphere calms down again and faces a lull.

In the atmosphere, Yong-pal suddenly murmurs with a deep sigh.

There's a lot of things I haven't been home yet.….’

The dragon-pal, who had been taken away from his home in a daze, bowed his head pitifully. Maybe he was going to bring it after sunrise, but he was so unlucky. Doo-sik looks at Yong-pal with eyes glaring at him whether he is listening to us or not.

The old man gasps at the whole party. And at the end, my eyes met and the old man recited quietly.

'You might have to fight.’

The post-war situation was explained to the party in its entirety. Their personnel, their armed status, and their present position. At first, the group was nervous but began to talk to each other to find a solution. And as time went by, I regained the stable atmosphere like now.

It was a learning effect.

From children to adults, all were becoming a community adapted to the apocalypse. Children learn patience and obey their elders without a murmur. And women and men do their best to find their jobs.

That was the driving force behind the pack and it worked its best in this crisis situation. I was not afraid of any enemy now. We drove out the enemy of fear and began to find a way as rationally as possible.

In the meantime, the dragon-pal shouted.

We'll go in first!

Me and the old man answered at the same time.

'No.'

It wasn't that I didn't think of it. At first, I thought about going ahead, but the risk was too high compared to the results. Our strong point was a strong bond. If you take too much action and you get hurt or die, the bond will crack.

We must proceed with the work as free as possible. That is why we have become passive and defensive by ourselves. There will be no advance for us. We have to make a plan based on the premise that they will break into this place.

We put our heads together and started the meeting.

I didn't miss children. Of course, the children didn't submit the agenda, but they made sure to attend the meeting. The children were eating snacks quietly as they watched the adults hold a serious meeting. No children doze off or sell their minds.

The meeting lasted half an hour. I wanted to make a more elaborate and perfect plan, but it's about time to be on guard. This was the conclusion we reached for half an hour through the meeting.

an ambush|an ambush for

The effect of ambush has been great. Whether dealing with them or soldiers, if an unexpected attack is made, the opponent could not come to his senses. Furthermore, the head-on attack was too much because the gun at the rear had to be overpowered first.

We'll drag them into the mart.

If they enter the mart without any interruption, they will think with relief. Oh, these items are all ours. And they will remain defenseless inside the mart where they thought no one would be.

We don't miss the opportunity, we hide and ambush and then we attack them from all sides. Maybe it's a dangerous way of bringing the enemy into our nest. But if the nest is a tiger cave, the story is different.

Actually, I don't want to fight.

He is aiming to subdue, but he may have to kill someone. I don't want that kind of situation to come. But I won't hesitate. Prepare a fight for safety. It was advice from experience.

Pull out a gun and search the bayonet. Then, take two bullets and put them in the waist. The old man gently gets up from his seat, packing his skewers and shotguns.

He also gave Kang Soo-ryeon a gun with a bayonet removed. She's the last bastion. When asked to protect the children and women, Kang nodded firmly. Then they let the women and children into the lounge.

Naturally, the Yongpal brothers were also armed.

However, there were only three guns, and Kang Soo-ryeon and I were armed, so there was only one left. He had no choice but to hand over the other one to Yong-pal, but gave him the sword, but did not give him the ammunition. As the dragon jumped, he asked if he had been to the military for jumping.

I gave him the back of my head because I heard it was a public interest.

Yongpal said Doosik was exempt. I didn't ask for details, but I just let it go, thinking maybe there was a mental problem.

Naturally, Du-sik didn't give him a gun. But Du-sik, who didn't carry a gun, looked more reliable than Yong-pal.

We went up to the roof and stood guard by two. The weather was unusually cold. I shut my eyes with a puff of breath. It seemed to be a long night.