I'm still alive

I dragged his body and threw it in a corner. Then asked me the dragon arm, who was shaking his legs as he was walking in a direction again.

'Brother.

'Huh?

Aren't you scared?’

He must have been quite scared. I didn't say much because I understood Yongpal's position. However, he could not immediately answer the question asked by Yong-pal. I sighed a long sigh and helped hold the dragon arm still scared. And walked slowly to the hardware store.

Yong-pal looked at me with trembling eyes and soon lowered his head. And as time went by, he began to walk on his own feet to calm himself down. I tapped him on the shoulder looking at such a dragon. He was smiling awkwardly, but his mouth was full of bitterness.

I'm always afraid.

No death, no murder, and I'm so afraid of the coming years.

Someone will tell you to have courage. And someone will say get over it.

But I couldn't hear it.

Fear is never immune. Perhaps I will not be free from fear and fear until the day my life is over. It is the unconsciousness that any living creature who has both life and death has.

Overcoming fear?

It's not courage, it's generosity and resignation. Fear is never something to be overcome.

I want to run away. I want to avoid it. Such unconsciousness is constantly bothering me. Wouldn't it be better if you fell like this? Wouldn't it be okay to bend it like this? The renunciation soars up to my chin.

And when I finally knelt before fear, I found a little child under me avoiding the typhoon. It's not that you don't fall down. I couldn't fall down.

I stopped for a moment and surrounded the gun. And faced the dragon arm and massaged the stiff muscles with both hands. I wanted to give good advice to Yong-pal, but I wasn't that great. He was just a coward, a narrow-minded, and just a little human struggling.

However, if this trivial cheering is helpful to Yong-pal, he will do it again and again.

'Yong-pal.'

'...yes, brother.'

'Let's cheer up.'

It wasn't a long story. But I put more meaning into the cheering than a hundred words. Yong-pal stared blankly at me and soon nodded slowly. And before I knew it, I stood firm with my strong legs and began to walk side by side next to me.

There was tension in his face as if Yong-pal's fear had not been completely shaken off. But the rigid body was already loose and I thought it was enough. I smiled gladly at the dragon's arm and walked towards the hardware store, where I was now beginning to see the door.

The entrance to the iron gate was locked in a security window like a mart. But the lock was outside, not inside, and they're already evacuated? The first thought crossed my mind was that I touched the thick lock and soon gave up and got up.

While I was rolling my head hard on how to open the door, Yong-pal shook the security window with his hand and murmured quietly.

"Mr. Talbot......... Have you taken refuge?'

'Here's the owner? Is his name Teolbo?’

Then Yong-pal giggled and shook his head. And with a face mixed with a little longing, he swept down the security window and answered.

'He has a lot of mustache, so he's just called a furry man. I used to know him in the neighborhood.….’

He wasn't a bad guy. Yong-pal slowly clouded his words and gave a deep sigh. But I couldn't hear the words because I was busy thinking. The fact that the window was locked outside and that there was no response even if the window was shaken meant that it was highly likely that it had already left.

But it wasn't certain. As he didn't know there would be an emergency situation, he confirmed the day of the Supreme Prosecutors' Office, which had split his skull, and was ready for combat. Then he carefully walked behind the building and began to sweep the walls with his hands.

As soon as I arrived at the back of the building, I could feel something hanging on my hand.

It was a section slightly deeper than the wall. And the wall was different from other building walls. I fumbled there and flicked gently with my fist. Then came the hollow sound, empty inside.

It's the door.

It was tightly closed and painted with the same paint as the wall. It was hard to tell whether it was a wall or a door from afar. Of course, there was no doorknob and the gap was very narrow.

I quietly held my gun and held the Supreme Prosecutors' Office forward. Then he thrust the sword deep into the narrow gap and turned it to the side with all his might. Then the door opened more easily than I thought. Yong-pal jumped beside me with a start and I looked inside carefully.

Inside was full of dust and darkness. I slipped my gun forward, pushing the flowing dust out of my hand. Then he crossed the door and moved his steps inside the iron gate.

It was dark. Except near the door, the rest were barely visible. I should have brought a flashlight. Regret began to pour in. I stood still in my seat to get used to the darkness, and the dragon-pal in the back came inside and told me.

Brother, do you want me to open the window?’

The dragon-pal, who said so, strode past me into the darkness. Skillful avoidance of furniture and random objects has probably been a frequent visit in the past. After a while, Yongpal found the exact location of the window and opened it wide.

And at that moment I caught something sparkling in my eyes.

As soon as I opened the window, the light flowed down like a tide. And the light projected the iron goods inside the hardware store to sparkle. But there was something in it that made me nervous. My body flinchs by itself.

The head constantly sends danger signals. The heart starts to beat like crazy and time flows as slowly as a lie. No, is it an illusion? Dork, I roll my eyes there. Then there was a sharp touch shining towards the dragon arm.

All nerves rise with a flinch. My fingers flinch and my calves pull to see if my muscles react first. I kicked my seat and started running towards Yongpal. And at that moment a dull thud hit the eardrum.

After opening the window, Yong-pal, who was standing still, stared blankly at me running. I quickly grabbed the dragon and pushed it the other way. Yongpal couldn't overcome my weight and fell sideways, and I lost my balance and rolled on the floor together.

As soon as we fell, an arrow passed over our dragon's head and hit the wall. It was an arrow in the wall. The powerful arrow was precisely embedded in the wall, with its feathers trembling. If it had been stuck in his head, he would have died instantly without even giving up his phone.

I struggled on the floor and quickly grabbed the gun. And turned desperately towards the direction the arrow flew in. There was a human figure scurrying about with something. Whether it was a crossbow or a bow, it didn't matter.

I grabbed the floor and got up and ran for dear life. And as soon as the opponent finished loading, he flew like he was throwing himself and attacked him. The fight quickly turns into a close fight. He shook his hand to shake me off and I reached out to take away the crossbow he was holding.

However, he was not strong enough. Thick arms and tough hands began to push me away. And the response was calming down, as if it had just begun to wake up to the sudden surprise attack. In the midst of a fistfight and a scuffle, my head began to roll calmly.

I took action without delay. Then he began to look for the gun in a hurry, looking around with his hands. Overpower? It's not a situation to overpower. If I don't surrender, I may have to kill him even if I push the sword. There was no reason for Yong-pal to hesitate at the target who fired an arrow at his head.

And at the moment, I felt the familiar feel of the gun. I climbed onto the opponent's face with one hand. Then he grabbed the gun and lifted it over my head. The Supreme Prosecutors' Office was precisely aiming for the chin and neck. The opponent also starts to panic when he sees the sharp edge.

Then desperately reach out and block the advance of the Great Sword. Those who try to stab and those who try to stop them run the death line at the risk of their lives. When each other pointed weapons at each other to live, the other's face was strangely invisible.

The sword advanced to the front of the opponent's neck. Then came the sound of the dragon's desperate cry from behind me.

Brother! Brother! Wait a minute!’

When I heard the sound of falling down several times with running, I could feel the dragon arm clasping my waist. And Yong-pal cried mournfully to the opponent who had fired an arrow at him as if he were stopping the fight.

'Full boy! I'm Yong-pal! Yongpal! Dooshik's Yongpal!’

Then he, who was under me, murmurs quietly, coughing out a cough.

"Yongpal..."? Yongpal?’

Only then did I begin to see the other person's face. Like equipment, the beard grows long and here and there and there. Unusually bald, the body was filled with a terrible smell of alcohol and a bad smell. As I sat still cleaning up the Great Sword, the dragon arm began to hang and beg.

Brother, please put your gun down first. What?'

Teolbo? Mr. Teolbo. He is the owner of this hardware store that Yongpal used to say. When Yong-pal and I spoke out as if we knew each other in the neighborhood, they recognized each other at once. I slowly relaxed and put the gun aside. Then he stole the crossbow that his opponent was holding and slowly retreated.

Then Yong-pal breathed a sigh of relief, and the furry which had been laid upon me, coughed and coughed. Yong-pal swallowed his saliva and looked alternately at me and Teol-bo. Then we looked up and looked into the eyes of Teolbo, who was looking at us, and Teolbo apologized to Yong-pal in a somber voice.

I'm sorry, Yong-pal..... I didn't know it was you.'

Yong-pal scratched the back of his head with a puzzled look and nodded quietly. The back of his head was almost pierced and he almost died instantly. Perhaps if it weren't for me, the bodies would have greeted each other before they recognized each other.

It wouldn't be intentional. But the awkward air was beyond control. It was ambiguous to get angry, and there was a subtle situation where we could greet each other with a smile.

But I couldn't care less about the atmosphere. It was because they were looking at the crossbow that they took away from the furbo.

It was actually an error to say crossbow. The exact name is Crossbow and Iron Brain. It is not a recurve, but a compound iron brain with a mechanical structure. Naturally, the penetration and accuracy were unrivaled, so in Korea, the metal brain with a compound body itself is illegal.

That means it is impossible to even import, but like a lie, the compound iron brain existed before my eyes. What's more surprising is that it appears to be handmade, not brand-like genuine products. Furthermore, it was not crude. And it was very sophisticated.

I was sold my soul in the crossbow, but in an awkward atmosphere, Yongpal spoke out first.

Where's Jin-sung?'

I remembered hearing this man called Teolbora had a son. Yong-pal asked how he was, who seemed to know the son.

Then Teolbo gives a deep sigh. With a sigh, the strong smell of alcohol came all the way here. Teolbo sighed, led his faltering body and sat on the chair. Then he brought up his words as if in lamentation.

I went to Busan to see my mom before this.'

Is he alive?...... so murmured the furlough blew the bottle with the soju bottle in his mouth that he did not know when he had taken it out. The loosening of snow and shaking legs seemed to have been stuck here for quite a long time drinking.

I slowly held out a crossbow in front of him and asked.

Did you make this?'

Then Teolbo swallows alcohol, makes a loud noise, and wipes the area around his mouth with his sleeves. And I nodded in a half-hearted manner as if I was a little depressed by the fight I had with me.

and answered, patting the hairless head.

'I made it.'

I felt my body flinching at the moment. As expected, he was handmade. My feelings began to turn red with joy and joy. But on the outside, he didn't show it and nodded his head, firmening his expression. And asked him.

'It's illegal, right?

Then Teolbo smiles and smiles with his yellow teeth in full bloom. And I answer in a tone of voice, "What does that matter to me?"

'Report it.

Report? That's a very pleasant joke. I followed the furlough with a giggle and began stroking the crossbow as if I were touching the treasure.

In this situation, it was no different from the final weapon. A gun? Of course it's scary. Kills a man with a single shot and its power is also terrifying. However, firing a gun accompanied by light and sound was an act that required one's own life.

But this was different.

Of course, the shortcoming was that the load time was long and the speaker was impossible. However, there were advantages of chewing all of those shortcomings: they do not generate light and sound.

Long-distance combat is possible without contact with them or survivors. It was a variable that reversed the way the fight had been fought.

I was madly covetous. I gulped as I looked alternately at the crossbow and the furbo. You had to get a favorable response from that person who could get crossbow or make this. Fortunately, he seemed close to Yongpal, but he knew the relationship only by looking at it.

I started to worry. How can I get this from him? Or how can we get that guy into our side? But the worry didn't last long.

Because suddenly I heard thunder.

We turned our heads in search of the sound's epicenter. Then there was a furbo holding the boat. Now that I see it, my face is gaunt and my body is dry. You seem to have starved for quite a while, but I didn't miss the chance.

People and animals are bound to become weak in front of food. I began to seduce him with care.

Do you like ramen?'