I'm still alive

When I turned on the flashlight, I could see inside the hardware store. On the surface, the hardware store was not much different from other hardware stores. But there were many things we needed, so we remembered each item and quickly wrote it down in the diary.

You can lock the door and bring it with you whenever you need it. But the old man drooped his eyes with something disappointed. Is it because it's not what I imagined? But Teolbo beckoned us with care, as if saying the disappointment was rather early.

We walked in the direction of Teolbo, possessed by the gesture.

There was a door in front of the furlough. And Teolbo opened the door without hesitation and behind the door was a staircase leading underground. This wasn't the whole place either. For some reason, my heart began to pound with the feeling of heading to the secret hideout. The old man also pushed me hard on the back with a face that he knew would do the same.

I went down the stairs for a long time. No, did he feel like he's been going down for a while? We shifted our steps, lighting hard with flashlights in front of the blind staircase. And when I reached the end of the stairs, a wooden door that looked a little rough came into view.

The furlough took the key out of his pocket and skillfully unlocked it. And quickly opened the door and guided us. The cellar illuminated by flashlights had many things on display. And peculiarly, the smell of gasoline was poking me at the tip of my nose.

Where does it come from?

We were frantically illuminating the flashlight to find the cause of the sudden smell of gasoline, and in the distance a furbo began trudging towards one side. Then he lowered his posture and crouched down on one side and began to pull hard at something.

Then a rattling noise with a loud start hit the eardrum hard. We looked there in surprise and the basement was brightening up. We were startled by the sudden light and covered our eyes, but soon stared blankly at the light that leaked through our fingers.

It's an electric light.

In nearly a month, we were left in a daze. What was the furry thing that pulled furryly? Because of the bright interior, the basement looked bright and I looked away for the main culprit of the sound.

The familiar brand of the gasoline can next to it. It was an industrial generator powered by gasoline that made a loud noise. I wondered whether I should be glad of this or not. In fact, it was a generator I've been looking for, but it was very noisy. If it weren't for the basement, I wouldn't have even thought about turning on the generator.

I fell into a small appreciation, staring blankly at the lit filament. Now that I see things that I used to see easily in my daily life, I am filled with bitter feelings and longing. The old man and Doosik, too, have not come to their senses for a while.

However, the idea did not last long. This is because Teolbo's explanation followed with the old man's exclamation. There was nothing on the basement wall that lacked basic tools and even professional tools. And it was just another crossbow that grabbed our attention decisively.

There were two more cross bows on display, except what we were holding. One was smaller than the existing crossbow, unfortunately not the compound. However, the smooth body made by sanding wood made it go over the saliva by itself.

And another crossbow was the biggest of the three. Teolbo proudly said that he is as powerful as he is, and that he can easily pierce most iron plates. However, there was a disadvantage of not being able to use a few of them because they needed a specially made bolt.

There was a reason why Teolbo spoke confidently. With this weapon......... wouldn't it be worth the restless guy? It occurred to me that I gulped down and lifted the biggest crossbow. A very heavy weight, and a threatening bolt, made me feel reassured.

While looking around for a long time with the old man, Teolbo, who was searching the box in the corner, called us both. With a rattling sound, the furry man who caught something with his hands came towards us. Then he put out his palm with a smile of remorse.

There was something there that looked like an arrowhead. No, arrowhead? It was a little longer, thicker, and heavier than the arrowhead. And the lower part of the hunch was wrapped in electric tape to see if something was special.

The old man asked, touching the touch.

'What is this?'

Then the furlough raised his hunch with his glovey hand and pressed slightly on the top. Then Ch'ung was divided into four parts with a ping. Looking closely, the blade looked like a saw and the shape was curved like a sickle. It's very scary just to look at it.

It's a trap.

The furbo, who said so, picked up a trap and headed carefully to the workshop. And he put the trap on the shelf he prepared, used tools to fix it, and called us quietly. We gazed around the trap like curious children.

And with reverent hand gestures, Teolbo picked up a lump of Styrofoam that he didn't know where he came from. Then he put it on the trap and used his weight to press it down. The sharp touch pierced the styrofoam lightly, and the sharp touch soon disappeared into the styrofoam.

And as soon as Teolbo carefully lifts the styrofoam, Ping! The sound rang in the ear. Teolbo lifted it up again as if he had been waiting for it, but Styrofoam did not move as if he had caught something.

In the end, he used his strength to force it out, and he lifted the floor of Styrofoam to show us. The old man and I couldn't hide our astonishment. The styrofoam was half torn off, and the mark looked so fierce that the saliva would be swallowed by itself.

'If this was a foot or a hand......what would have happened?’

'You'd be damned.’

The old man answered as if he had waited. It was a bit vulgar, but it was also an answer I wanted to say. A person who literally steps on or touches will tear his flesh and muscles. While I was admiring the pieces of Styrofoam, Teolbo came from somewhere else with a locker spray and put it next to the trap.

It's a black locker. You can't see it at night if you put it in a trap.’

This is it!

I screamed inside. What an inhumane weapon. This trap makes the opponent helpless like an ankle mine. Special measures are needed to remove the pain as soon as the trap is stepped on. If you force it out again, the entire muscle will be torn apart.

Of course I could use it on them. Of course, they didn't feel pain, but it meant they could stop moving for a while. When the flesh and muscles were tangled with the blade of the knife, it was clear that it would take time to get out.

He is no exception.

The fellow is agile and quick. That's why I was expecting that it wouldn't be easy to get a crossbow. But this trap made by Teolbo drove away the worry at once.

Wait for the moment he steps on this trap and stops moving. The man who couldn't move any more was like a stationary target and we could easily hit him. The power of the crossbow was well known, and courage and determination brushed past my head.

I can hunt him.

I felt a shiver. The great synergy between the crossbow and the trap, as if someone had sent a sign to hunt him. Persistent and evil! I still couldn't forget his eyes.

But one question came to my mind. Teolbo is also very good at making weapons. So why is it that someone with this kind of weapon who seems to be strong is stuck inside the house? And when did you finish making this weapon? I opened my mouth carefully at him.

Have you tried these before?’

Then Teolbo shook his head quietly. Then he touched the crossbow with bitter eyes and recited it like a monologue.

'... ..when I first lost touch with my son...They that monster really ... is I am sick to death. So I locked myself in this place and started building weapons all day long to kill them...….’

The Teolbo, who said so, handed over the crossbows to us, taking each of the tools in his bag. Me, the old man and Doosik, in a daze, accepted them and listened to the monologue of Teolbo.

But you know what's funny? I was going to build a weapon and save my son right away, but the moment I opened the door, I was scared.’

Teolbo grinned with self-help. Then he gave a deep sigh, sweeping down his face.

'When you don't even know if you're dead or alive......... I was scared, I was...….’

It was a terrible dilemma. There was no one here to blame and swear at Teolbo. The old man simply approached the side of the furlough and gently patted his shoulders, while Doo-sik sat still, with his head bowed with sad eyes.

I lifted the crossbow.

Is this really a cowardly weapon? Or is it a weapon containing a father's heart for his child? I couldn't define and ended up closing my eyes.

Teolbo cried at us, wiping away his tears.

I'll work hard on it! Instead! Instead......... kill them all...….’

When the generator went off, the filament lost its light. This darkness was like the breast of a rotten and mangled father.

* * * * * * *

The weak-kneed Teolbo rested in the mart for a while. However, when the Teolbo arrived at the mart, he started to have fun with the children as if he had cried, and everyone except him came out once again.

The next two hours before sunset, which is vaguely left, were forced to come out because there was something necessary. The same was true of why so many people were brought in.

As soon as I arrived at the mart, I was going to set up a trap on the roof. It was because the rooftop was the most likely place for him to penetrate. We headed for the roof with a solemn heart, and the unexpected variable came across us.

That's that you can't put a trap in a rooftop.

When I was in the basement, I could set up a trap without difficulty. But it was possible because the workbench was made of wood and there were equipment.

However, rooftop handrails were made of concrete and the noise was a problem to drill holes using equipment. In the end, it was cement that came to mind after much thought.

Make a support as if adding height to the railing, and set up a trap there. And it was our goal to apply cement so that the trap had enough strength. Yong-pal, who came up with this idea, began to feel even more embarrassed after being praised for the first time in a long time.

The next important thing is where to get the cement, which also quickly solved the problem. Where is the easiest place to get cement? The first place that came to mind was the construction site, and what came to mind when I saw the construction site was that place.

Convenience store where Lee Hye-in and her sister met for the first time. And the container box where I and Lee Hye-in and my sister stayed up all night was where we would get cement.

I was the only one here who knew about it. That's why I had to relive my bitter taste and reveal my past that I didn't want to think about again. The party seemed to be in a good mood as things went easy, but I couldn't keep up with it.

The construction site is not far away. We put down the heavy crossbow at the mart and took only the empty guns and the daggers, which were taken out of the ammunition. And I put the ammunition for the situation in the old man's bag and moved towards the construction site.

Me, Yongpal, Doo-sik, old man. We stood in a line like this and arrived at the construction site with light steps as if we were going on a picnic. What I feel every time I pass by this place is that if I use this neighborhood's alleys well, I can pass by without encountering them.

Of course, the only thing this is possible was me who has been on this road a lot. I respect you, brother. You're great. Brother! Yong-pal, who became happy because he didn't fight them, continued to flatter and flatter me. But he was hit by an old man and soon quieted down.

I had to arrive at the mart before sunset. We looked around hard at the entrance of the construction site and quickly went inside. Nothing changed at the construction site from when I brought my brother and sister Lee Hye-in. So I was more distressed and tired.

As I entered the inside after passing through a familiar container, I began to see the materials piled up in one construction site. From steel bars to supports and bricks. There was a lot of things that didn't seem to be used in the early days of construction. We wanted to take everything, but we should not be greedy.

I packed three bags of cement. Two were held by Du-sik, and the other was held by me. The old man... ...was sorry to drop in and Yong-pal didn't expect anything. We tried to get out of the construction site with such rapid steps.

But at that moment, Yong-pal paused with a huff. And called me in a quivering voice.

'... ..brother.'

Although Yong-pal is usually playful, he was not a fool who couldn't tell the difference. I put down the sack of cement I was holding and quickly picked up the gun. Like me, the party was on combat alert and alert.

As I looked at Yongpal, Yongpal gulped and said, pointing to the back of the container.

'Isn't that... ...a human foot?'

I managed to find that. If Yong-pal hadn't found it, he would have just passed by without caring. Yongpal pointed to the back of the container, where human feet were sticking out. Shoes were stripped off on one side and sneakers on the other.

I thought, "Is it a corpse?" But there was definitely movement in my feet shaking. And unlike them, they have normal skin and no reaction towards us. I pushed the sword forward and slowly approached it.

And gradually every time I approached there, I began to hear muttering words.

Help me, please.

Help me... ...

It's a person. It's a person! But we didn't let our guard down. Then there was a woman, who calmly headed to the back of the container, looking at her trembling feet, holding her bag in her arms.

It's a familiar face.

The woman who fought with Yongpal by grabbing her head in the mart.

There was a survivor among a group of Eden hunters.