I'm still alive

I remember the sweet taste. And the sweetness of the memory blurs slowly, mixed with the bitter internal organs rising from the inside. I felt like I had lost a good perfume. In a life like a gutter, the only perfume I had in my life is scattered like ashes.

Crying? It's ridiculous. Death was no longer sad. Only vanity remained and began to rub dryly my worn spirit. It was a good man. He was a man who didn't fit for the end. So he disappeared into Eden, which is different from ours, leaving only a hard corpse.

If we leave them like this, they'll be gone overnight. I searched the parking lot and found a cover for the car. I put the body on that big cover and wrapped it up so it wouldn't be visible. And when I lifted the body, it was not much different from holding a heavy mannequin.

I picked up the body, hid it in a parking lot, brought all kinds of junk and blocked it from all directions. And I marked this location on the map and imprinted it in my head. I'll pick up the body on the way back to Eden.

Why?

I don't know.

'It's not been long.’

The old man murmured quietly, touching the ashes on the bonfire. The bonfire had traces of water being poured out, but there was still light warmth in the unwatered trees. The old man said they would have been out of here less than an hour ago.

'The vagrant.'

I recited quietly. Then the old man stood up from his seat and nodded his head.

'There's a high probability of that.'

I busily moved around, collected a bunch of clothes and checked the quantity. And when combined, two sets of casual clothes and two sets of children's clothes were matched. These clothes were clearly left in my memory.

Did they all get eaten? But there's only one person who's eaten from the accumulated bones.

I ate a man up. Then I would have been full enough, and two of the children and one of the parents,

It's highly likely that he kept it alive. Did he just let her live? No, it was more likely that he dragged them to eat later. I hurriedly got up from my seat and breathed a breath full of excitement.

'Let's chase.'

Yong-pal and Doo-sik didn't answer, but they seemed to have been shocked. But the old man was staring at me, keeping his sharp eyes. Rescue the survivors. It's one of the things we have to do at a price. But I was well aware that this was a different case.

'You're not a hero.’

'I know.'

'You don't have to take risks. They wouldn't know if I just told them they weren't there.'

'I know that, too.’

The old man pinpointed the point of the situation. We are not heroes. They are not people who have doctrines in their hearts or who live for others. Would we have been able to live this far if we had had altruism without regard for our own safety?

The old man knows and I know. A little bit, a little bit down, and you can be comfortable. But the boiling black dregs inside me stimulate my nerves and heat my heart. This excitement was not a sublime from the idea of saving people.

murderous intent

The flesh comes from the firmness of wanting to kill people!

I'm trying to kill them. Maybe that's the justification that comes from this murder. Justification? The words were so good. This is an excuse to redefine contradictions in my own way. Kill him, kill him! Kill him......... and if you're lucky......... maybe we can save the person who was taken away.

'......it's your first day and you need to be fruitful.’

I recited so coldly. And more and more whip the disgust that comes from myself. The whipping endlessly drives myself to live faithfully in the end. I'll be a bad person. I'm a bad person. He's just such a bad guy who saves people for a price.

I defined myself. For justice. And for rationalized justice.

The old man took the equipment and shouted at the dragon arm.

'Take care of the head, Yongpal. You have to run from now on.’

* * * * * *

The guys left a trail. A person's mark, such as a footprint on a hardened eye or spit on the floor. The old man checked those traces like ghosts and quickly began to chase them. From now on, it's a speed race. We started running like hell.

Sometimes they were on the floor with their heads broken. They didn't seem to have the knack of avoiding them. Signs of fierce fighting began to be found everywhere, allowing us to continue our pursuit without colliding with them.

Getting closer. Getting closer. My sharp nerves sound a constant alarm. Buildings pass by quickly in front of our eyes and only our harsh breathing sounds can be heard in the alley. Are you all following me? I only chased the old man's back and made fun of his feet like crazy.

'......stop.'

The old man suddenly stops and raises his fist. I reacted in a flash and flew to the side of the car. Then he breathed heavily and pulled the dragon-arm and Doosik, who stopped, with both hands. Next to the car the old man was spitting and pointing to the alley in the distance.

can see

The distance was quite far. But thanks to the alley where the straight line continues, we were able to capture them. They were walking slowly, with a total of six people. No, there were three, except for those who were dragged around. We began to approach slowly, holding our breath.

The distance narrows and they begin to appear more and more distinct. One man at the front and two men at the back. And in between was a naked woman and two children walking. No, they were dragging their feet. Like livestock.

I've got it right. I rushed out the bolt and loaded the bow. But the old man holds my hand tightly and makes a gesture to wait. And whispering quietly in my ear.

'Wait when it stops.’

That's the norm. The hunter waits for a time when the prey is off guard. I gently lowered the bow, accepting it. Let's wait and see. I'm good at this, aren't I? I mumbled my eyes like that. And we pursued them endlessly.

The old man was skilled. No, it was really like a ghost. They were totally oblivious even though we were chasing them. When they walk, they walk, and when they look around, they hide hurriedly. The old man led us, keeping up the wonderful timing.

And the opportunity that we had hoped for so much came, as if we would have chased for 20 minutes.

The shivering woman begins to cry. Then the man in the lead kicks the woman in the stomach. The children who watched the scene burst into tears, but the man pours something into the children's mouths as if he is not interested. Then the cry waned.

They stop in their seats, whether they're trying to relax. Then he takes a nasty action and pushes women and children into a corner. Families with their hands tied couldn't even resist a little and hit their heads in cold concrete.

The three men looked around for a long time and soon took something out of their pockets. It looked like a lighter and a cigarette, and they were fearlessly biting the cigarette in their mouth. And soon there began to be a faint smell of tobacco and we began hunting.

'Two kill and one save.'

The old man said so and pointed to the bonnet of the car where we were hiding. I carefully lowered myself and climbed up to it and lay flat. Then he held the bow in a stable position and loaded the bolt. The old man looked around and then ran quickly toward one place.

And a minute has passed. On the second floor of the building next to us, an old man stuck his head through the windows. The old man with his head out lifted Bow and sent a signal to me. I'm left, you're right. I nodded and sent a signal to Yongpal and Doo-sik for preparation.

My heart beats violently. The smell of light tobacco stimulates my nerves and the soaring excitement blocks my reason. I heard the bolt firing from above me and I reacted reflexively to it. And almost simultaneously pulled the trigger.

With a small launch sound, a sharp bolt cuts through the air, while Yongpal and Du Sik run forward at the same time. The old man's bolt pierced exactly one head and my bolt pierced the neck of the one sitting next to it.

The man who was pierced through his head fell down without beating Bow's tension, and the man with a bolt stuck in his neck hurriedly choked his neck. However, the flow of blood was unstoppable. He flopped down on the floor with the last sound of blood boiling.

And the last one left. He drops the cigarette, which he was biting, as soon as the party was hit in a flash. And it was a little too late to grasp the situation now, though it happened quickly in the seat. It's because the Yongpal brothers are already.

An old man with a fast load has already fired the next bolt. The Bolt found the Yongpal brothers and chose to run away and headed straight to one of them. The flying Bolt dug into his thigh and soon the man fell on the floor.

And a dragon-arm attack before screaming. Yong-pal had no hesitation in moving as to whether he had a strong heart. Full swing with iron pipes held like a bat and applied as it is. However, if he remembered the order to keep one person alive, he would hit the back of his head, not the head.

With the sound of a harsh blow, he struggled and soon lost his mind to Du-sik, who ran after him. I woke up as soon as I saw the scene and slowly came down from the bonnet. Then he breathed out hot breaths and motioned quietly to the old man.

* * * * * *

As expected, the family we met in the mountains was right. Maybe it was the father who was eaten, but now I can only see the mother and two children. I quickly took off my parka and hung it on my child. The old and the Yongpal brothers also took off their parkas without hesitation and covered their naked bodies.

Women and children wept silently. The pupils of the eyes were empty and saliva flowed from the open mouth. You must have seen your father being eaten in front of your eyes. And he was brought here under the treatment of a single animal. The dignity of man has already been destroyed.

'......I'm here to save you.’

I looked at the family and recited the lines written in the manual. That's right, this is work. Let's finish the set work. I hypnotized me endlessly.

And for a moment, their eyes met with those who raised their heads.

Will this family remember me? But their eyes looking at me were already losing direction. I closed my eyes and avoided their hazy eyes. Then he continued to say disgusting things.

'You're safe now. You're going to Eden...….’

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

I couldn't carry on. Then quickly turned around and spat out nausea. My head was dizzy and my eyes were spinning. It was a lot more disgusting now than when I killed someone. I pointed my hand at the wall and kept spitting out the remaining black debris inside.

Brother, brother....’

The dragon-arm comes to me stuttering. The constant trembling of my eyes seemed to worry me. But I didn't answer and quickly took away the steel pipe window that Yongpal was holding. And then I strode up to the guy who still couldn't pull himself together.

Step on the chest with your foot. And the other foot steps on his thigh with a bolt in it. Every time you apply pressure, blood flows out like a sponge spits out water. The unconscious man opens his eyes in extreme pain.

'끄끄..큭............. Kuck!'

Before he screamed, he stuffed the steel pipe's spear into his throat. The spear stopped in front of the Adam's apple in his mouth, and he complained of pain in his forced open mouth and foreign body. I asked him quietly, making eye contact with him.

Why didn't the old man eat?’

I was curious.

The grandmother was dead with a clean stab in the neck. It was a fatal blow, so the pain must have been a short moment. And the body was still dead in one place without cannibalizing damage. I thought. Maybe they didn't sympathize with her?

Maybe these bastards are humans, and they still have a little bit of humanity, so they haven't eaten old people. Maybe, really, maybe not?

He began to squeak and muttered something. I lifted the steel pipe window slightly to hear his answer. Then he answered in a somber voice, shedding tears.

"Gee, I'm so tired...….’

I need strength in my hands. Iron pipe. I took a picture of the window. I could feel the touch of stabbing something at the fingertips with a grumbling sound. It was similar to the feeling of cutting the head of a fish.