I'm still alive

They got up in a panic when they were hit by the water.

Then he finds his arms and legs tied up, and he looks around in shock. Then my eyes met, and I slowly lowered my eyes full of fear and fear. He looked even more miserable because he was hit by the water.

But only one man, a woman called a captain, was staring straight at me. The eyes, full of venom and hatred, had a clear hostility. The old man smiled faintly at such a woman.

'They must be ready to talk.’

Yap!

As the old man approached the woman with a gun, the woman spat at the old man without hesitation. A drop of saliva splashed on the old man's clothes and hands. The old man slowly lowered his head and looked at the saliva on his clothes and hardened his face coldly.

The old man turns his head and looks at Kang Soo-ryeon.

'Stay in with the kids.’

Kang looked at the old man with anxious eyes and soon turned his eyes to look at me. Is he asking for permission? Or is he asking for a detailed explanation? But I quietly nodded my head at her without putting any particular strangeness on her.

And whispered in a small whisper.

'I'm in.’

Then she bowed her head and nodded. And I led the children and women and headed to the lounge. But only one remained there and was staring at me.

It was Chae Yeon.

Chae-yeon stared at me with her thumb in her mouth. I made eye contact with such Chae-yeon and quietly knelt down. Then he smiled and opened his arms as if to hug him. Only then did Chae-yeon smile brightly and Dodo run and hugged me.

I might have to intimidate and intimidate a person. There was a strange gap in such a space. I felt a subtle feeling of the people gathered there in such a curious gap between heaven and hell. I received a kiss on the cheek from Chae-yeon and comforted the child.

After a long whine, Chae-yeon eventually followed Kang Soo-ryeon to the lounge.

Boom.

I heard the door of the lounge closing. And with the sound of it, the chilly wind swept through us and the prisoners. From one side came the sound of the saliva swallowed by the dragon. The old man slowly relaxes his posture and lifts the shotgun he put down.

It was a woman called the captain who broke the silence. She spat at me with a venomous face. And mocked me with a sarcastic voice.

"Dirty bastard, is he yours? You have to touch her.….’

The woman couldn't finish talking. The moment the woman mocked me, the old man raised his fist as if he had been waiting and slapped her in the face. There was no hesitation and no readiness. The unexpected attack splashed blood on her lips, and the woman fell back.

'Leave the baby.'

The cold voice of walking on thin ice resonates inside the mart. I breathe in and out slowly. Yongpal and Du-sik rolled their eyes as if they were unable to adapt to the sudden change of mood. And looked at the old man with a surprised face.

However, I and the old man were not embarrassed by anyone and lit up their cold eyes in a chilly atmosphere.

The old man and I have fear.

The fear is so frightening and makes us scared. I feel like I'm going crazy every day because I'm worried, and sometimes I appear as a nightmare and bothers me even in my dreams. Such fears made us cowards but also horrible monsters.

I said to them in a cold voice.

'Tell me.'

I still dream of Chae-yeon being taken away. Older people would be no different. We didn't talk but we understood each other. Therefore, they acknowledge themselves who have turned cruel and monstrous and hold each other's hands. If you have to be cruel to protect......... it can happen hundreds of times.

I picked up the map and thrust it in front of a bleeding woman.

'What is this?'

A suspicious map. This map with x in red! I had to know this first. This red wave, gradually heading towards us, has instilled me with useless anxiety. The woman, however, spat once again, raising her poisoned eyes as if she were not even there.

Blood spattered the map.

Women also don't answer. But we felt a little bit of doubt from that look. I kept silent for a moment and the old man recited quietly to a woman who showed a strong character.

I'm in a group.’

The woman who spit at that moment flinch. And his colleagues around him could not hide their uneasiness. I had a rough idea of a radio with a long range of reception. However, it was expected and I wasn't sure.

Intention to conceal something. a vow never to answer And in between there was a small gap, and the old man poked relentlessly into it. We were able to extract certainty from the question. These were not all.

There's a background.

I bowed my head, unable to hide my dismay. The old man also breathed out small and raised his head toward the ceiling. Of all things, why our mart? I closed my eyes tightly. The misery I felt wasn't the feeling that came at once from fear or fear of the group.

The old man looked at me and said,

'......don't save him.’

The horse was a catalyst.

The chill changed in an instant. The fear that came in the face of death sent a person into despair. Fear and resentment slowly spread and lick my skin thickly. I nodded quietly.

the fatal shears

It's too heavy. I got a lot of blood on my hands and took a life. But I've never forgotten the weight of death. The heart, which used to beat lively, stops in just one moment, and the body that has lived for decades turns into a lump of hard meat.

The touch remained at the end of my hand forever, rotting flesh and blood.

So I felt miserable.

I don't want to kill people. I don't want to take life away. But you can't. Reason and sensibility constantly clashed, giving me a sense of misery.

As I nodded, curses and tears burst from place to place. They beg me for my life or spit out hate and abuse. It was as if blood had collected under my feet. I can't forget the sticky touch and slowly open my eyes.

You're lying, aren' right?’

And Yong-pal, who was still watching us from one side, crept up to me. And shake slowly, holding my arm as if I can't believe it. Are you kidding me? You're scaring me, right? Yong-pal holds onto me so incessantly muttering.

You can't do this..... people...People....'

'Yong-pal.'

As the dragon arm held my hand, the old man, who looked at it quietly, called it out in a slightly loud voice. Yong-pal was surprised and soon looked at the old man with trembling eyes. Then the old man glistened sharply and made eye contact with the dragon arm.

And said in a voice that didn't even feel a handful of emotion.

'What if I don't kill him?'

'......yes?'

Yong-pal answered in a daze and mumbled his lips. Then the old man walked toward the dragon arm, shining his eyes. And take off the hand that was holding me and give me strength. The old man asked Yong-pal again.

'What if I don't kill him?'

What if I don't kill him?

Yong-pal's lips were as sweet as if to answer something. But Yongpal couldn't answer. I'm sure you've thought a lot about it, but you know it's all useless in this situation.

The question I constantly asked myself just 15 days ago.

What if I don't kill him?

The old man chocked the dragon arm.

"Do you want me to let you go?" "Oh, thank you so much." Will they never come back?’

The dragon shook his hand. And with a pale face, I looked at the old man alternately. It's a terrible reality. It's a bitter situation. But the old man didn't stop talking.

You want me to pretend to be a cop? Should we build a prison somewhere and lock it up? But who's gonna keep an eye on it? What about the manpower? How much food do they have to eat?

When the old man who said so let go of Yong-pal's hand, Yong-pal shot his hips weakly. And I looked at me, the old, and the prisoners with dreamy eyes as if all this seemed like a dream. Soon, he closes his eyes tightly and bows his head down.

The old man recited in a bitter voice in front of the bowed dragon arm.

'......take Doo-sik in.’

I grabbed the gun I had put down for a while and lifted it. Black dregs turn the filling into mud. There was a wall of fear between this Supreme Prosecutors' Office and the prisoners. Everyone was looking at this great sword with dread.

I slowly approached the prisoners.

And at that moment a man shivering from one side desperately crawled forward and soon grabbed my leg.

'Save me! No, save me! I'll tell you everything!’

Then the captain's woman, who was bowing her head from one side, said to the man.

'Shut up! Don't say a word to the vagrants!

The man then cried out in a mournful voice to the woman, wringing tears.

"Sister! You have to live! I don't want to die! I don't want to die.'

Then the woman let out a shout of abuse. But the old man approached quickly and gagged him. It was difficult for me to make any more noise. As the old man gagged the woman, the man said, tugging at my trouser legs as if he had waited.

'I'll tell you everything! I'll tell you everything, so please don't kill me!’

I looked down at him with cold sunken eyes. Not in a good mood. No, I feel like I'm going to rot and go to pieces. I wanted to shake off the man right away and pop out and vomit. A dirty feeling, a terrible spirit.

But I took a deep breath and held back my vomit. Then he lifted the map without a word and thrust it into the man's eyes.

'S, we're checking survivors.’

The frightened man replied, stammering. Then the woman, who was biting her gag, gave a furious reaction and shook herself around. Then he looked at the man like he was going to kill him. The old man looked at the figure and yawned for a long time and soon asked the man.

What are you going to do with the check? You guys are vagrants, aren't you? Why are you calling us vagrants?’

Then the man shook his hand and head desperately and denied it.

'No! Absolutely not!

The man who was going to say something more hurriedly closes his mouth. Then, he gently turns his eyeballs and looks sideways at a woman with a gag. Then, she finally met eyes and the woman who met eyes shined fiercely and bit her gag. The man in the figure bowed his head in astonishment.

The old man, who glanced at the figure, smiled. She seems to be wary of a woman called a boss, but she looks pretty funny. I called the Yong-pal brothers staring at us blankly without leaving their seats.

'Doo-sik, take her and lock her in the bathroom. And the dragon-pal keeps a close watch on the children.'

Sitting with a somber look on his face, Yong-pal nodded slowly and Du-sik scratched his back neck. Then, without delay, he lifted the woman up and trudged to the bathroom. The woman struggled and struggled, but Du-sik walked silently, as if moving something.