I'm still alive

Wear thin layers of clothing and lastly wear a parka. A visit to Korea to maintain body temperature is essential, but that should not interfere with the movement. The shoes are also worn with walkers provided by Eden, and the two swords are tied to each leg and waist.

And we took 20 bolts that Teolbo made and the crossbow that we each used. Of course, Doosik and Yongpal were given the steel pipe windows made by Teolbo. When we asked the old man because we couldn't see the gun, he put his index finger on his lips and made a gesture to be quiet.

A gun is a weapon I don't want to show Eden. The old man seemed to have hidden it well, perhaps the same as me. And over time, we were fully armed and went out on our separate paths to see the rest of the party off.

Chae-yeon held up a pretty backpack and waved at me, so I smiled and waved.

We stood still and watched the distant party for a long time. And when the group disappeared completely from view, I felt the warm air turned cold. A chill of tension and a heavy silence pass by with a throbbing heart. And the mood cools down and the nerves in the fingertips move alive.

The old man murmured quietly.

'Let's go.'

Four men walked across the blowing sword wind to Eden's main gate.

* * * * * * *

There was a large crowd at the main gate. At the solid and sturdy main gate, guards stood guard with arms. And near the main gate, there were about twenty people waiting for the door to open, and looking at the clothes and equipment, they were like a search team like us.

All of them looked blurry and anxious. And as we showed up, our eyes were instantly drawn, a mixture of curiosity and a bit of caution. But we crossed such a babble carelessly.

A chair stood alone beside the main gate. And there was a familiar woman sitting on the chair and still looking at the papers with a face full of irritation and fatigue. Kim Hye-jung was the team leader of the search team I saw last night.

Kim raises her head with a grimace as we approach her. and called us loud with a gesture to come here. I guess I'm not in a good mood today because I still feel annoyed by the voice that calls us. The old man spat and stared at her quietly.

She began to check something on the papers as we approached. Then he took the radio out of the bag next to the chair and threw it at us. I inadvertently received a radio and looked at her with an expressionless face. Then she recited quietly with a face, "What are you looking at?"

'It's a contact book. I carry it with me.’

Strangely speaking formally. However, there was no change in attitude, so there was only a sense of difference. I packed my radio in my bag and looked at her again. Can I go now? But she pounced on me the papers to see if her business was over.

Sign it. And the team name is small.’

I accepted the papers and the pen and looked at the papers she had given me. It was full of what time and when the group went out and when they returned, but it was a systematic system, so I was small in admiration. Then I picked up my pen and signed it on one side, and I started thinking about writing my team name for a long time.

And after thinking about it, I wrote Chae Yeon's name.

It was clear that the old man could hear the giggle next to him. Honestly, it was funny for me too, but I didn't want to laugh, so I forced myself to hold back my laughter. I handed the document back to Kim Hye-jung and scratched her back head quietly.

'......Is the team name Chae Yeon?’

'Yes.'

You're not kidding, are you?’

'Yes.'

I waited for the document to pass quickly, consistently with a single answer. Then she sighed deeply and soon folded the papers in half. Then he took a little revolver out of the bag that took out the radio and held it out to me. I looked at her with a look at what this was.

Then she raised her index finger and said to me,

Don't get me wrong. One per team! It's for emergency use, so don't use it recklessly.’

I remembered the search team that came into our mart. Apparently the crazy woman was holding a bag of carbine. It seems to be a basic gun given to the search team, but on reflection, the revolver was not really a favor.

Because you gave that crazy woman a good carbine, and you gave me this kind of revolver. This woman seemed to have a terrible grump. Still, I got it on a cycle. I poked the revolver into my bag and looked at Kim Hye-jung again.

She wrinkled her eyebrows as if my expressionless face was irritating and soon sniffed at the front door. I think it's time. Since we came last, the order of going is also the last. The sentries moved busily and soon the big front door began to open.

People's radios ring loudly. Teams began to start sequentially with signs that they were not near the main gate. My heart beats like a soldier on a landing operation. Is it fear, or is there tension?

But even this feeling felt so familiar.

The breath of a dragon's arm goes up into the sky and dissolves like a cigarette smoke. As we were drenched with tension, the radio in our bags began to ring noisily. It was Kim Hye-jung's voice.

[Team Chae-yeon] [Team Chae-yeon] We're leaving.]

At the watchtower by the main gate, a man turns his arm like crazy. And I could feel the old man pushing my back with the radio noise. My body was pushed forward in a flash like a sail in the face of a wind. I threw myself in the wind and kicked my foot.

When I closed my eyes, I saw the front door and soon I began to see the road. We got out of Eden after the last sigh from the radio.

* * * * * *

The role of the Eden Search Team was simple. Go around a lot and find a lot. And mark it on the map. It was the same concept as the reconnaissance team, but once it was done to rescue survivors, the name "search" seemed ambiguous. But what we had to do was too easily fixed. The first page of the manual is karasa.

1. Rescue survivors.

2. Identify where food exists.

3. Discover the hazards.

Of course, if it were me, I would have reversed this ranking. However, he understood the doctrine in his head because it was created by the head of a group that supported it like a god. If you get paid, you can do what's right for him. I read the manual roughly and handed it over to the party.

For us, the concept of migration was simpler than we thought. Avoid well and hide well. Avoid collision as much as possible and crouch like a worm. This gray city, where people disappeared, was like a maze made of concrete. And the maze faithfully hid our existence.

‘…….’

They were still gazing at the cloudy sky, spouting strange groans. Two by the roadside, and three beyond the wall. We cut down our footsteps and pass by the neighborhood carefully. And when I'm completely away from him, I take out my pen and mark the path we've been through on the map.

Their movements become passive when the sun is up. We had to make proper use of that element and time, and a typical example is this.

[If you've passed, you can pass again.]

If there were no them on the way, there was a high probability that they would not be there the next day. They start hunting at night and go back to where they were when the sun came. The stupid homing instinct was like an important key to perfecting our movement.

Even though I walked for 3 hours, I could get here without firing a bolt. As it was a forced march that never rested, the faces of the group seemed to be hard, and I was forced to order rest and lead the group to the corner of the alley. Lunch is coming up, so I'll have a bite to eat.

I sit on the floor and chew on the chocolate, and the old man next to me comes quietly. And whispered quietly, looking at the map I was holding.

So what's the point?’

Of course, there is no noticeable achievement. All the way here, I've been watching the crap, let alone the survivors. But it wasn't just that we wasted time. I showed the old man the results I've written so far with the evidence, and the old man was small in admiration as he accepted my guidance.

'......good.

Since when was it start? Maybe it was when he escaped from the goshiwon? I started that day and started recording everything I've been through so far. Not only this diary I'm writing now, but all the useless information I've been through.

And the record contained information from the same region as it is now.

How many times we've been on this road, and how many of them were on this road, and there's nowhere to hide. I couldn't help but mark all the places where they were standing with a red pen. The map I had was getting dirty, but it began to contain so much information.

information unexperienced and unexplained information I wanted to make it.

The old man smiled faintly and returned the map and I folded it preciously and put it between my diary. The old man looked at me quietly and soon yawned long. It's time to move. We slowly got up from our seats, facing each other.

I called the Yongpal brothers quietly to start.

But somehow I couldn't hear the answer. I was wondering what was going on, so I found Yongpal wandering from place to place with Doo-sik from one side. When I called for such a dragon-pal, he sniffed and looked at me, and soon replied quietly with a suspicious face.

Brother, don't you smell anything weird?’

Smell? I breathed out loud. Then sniffing and trying to smell the strange smell that Yong-pal said. Then there was something burning and a disgusting, pleasant smell, and I frowned and looked at the old man. The old man must have smelled it too, so he hurriedly blocks his nose.

What's that smell?

It smells unfamiliar even though it seems to have smelled it. I began to look around and find the cause of this disgusting smell and soon began to walk slowly to it with my party. And not far away, we could find the epicenter of the smell, which was the parking lot of the officetel.

There was no sign of activity in the parking lot. Furthermore, the sun came in, so it wasn't dark or they didn't they exist? But the strong acrid smell made the eyes wrinkle by themselves. We walked slowly into the back of the parking lot, wary of all directions.

And we could find traces of bonfires.

They couldn't have started a bonfire. That means another survivor smoked it, but it wasn't important. Because the source of the disgusting smell was near this bonfire. And strangely, clothes were scattered around and we could find bones near it.

said the dragon arm, lifting up a large bone.

Someone must have grilled some meat or something.’

Meat. Yeah.

If a bonfire was lit and there were bones nearby, the scene everyone imagined would be the same. Well, someone's having fun grilling and eating animals. But I didn't have such an imagination, strangely enough. I closed my eyes, forcing my saliva through the dry wooden nape.

Then came the old man's voice.

'... ...put your dragon arm down.’

'What? Why?'

'It's human bones.

Uh......?

Yong-pal panicked for a while after hearing the old man's words. And he looked at me with his face as if it was a dream and soon dropped the bone he was holding. Yong-pal shot his hips on the spot and I quietly bowed my head, unable to hide my misery.

Uweae-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ek

I can hear a dragon-arm puking on one side. I also vomited because of disgust, but I desperately held back my vomit. Clothes and bones scattered around. And the smell of burning human flesh. They eat the living, and the other one grills the living.

What is the difference?

'Dongyoon.'

The old man called me quietly. I turned my head in amazement and looked at an old man pointing quietly at one place. Then he turned his eyes to the direction the old man pointed at and found a body that was dumped like trash between the clothes.

I approached there slowly.

A wrinkled face, and a gray-haired head, were telling the age of this corpse. And I looked straight into the body's face and soon I could feel the chill sinking. I've seen this face before. And in my mouth, I could taste the sweetness of the sweet potato.

I quietly reached out and covered my grandmother's unclosed eyes with my palm.