I'm still alive

'Do you see anything?'

'No.'

It began to snow like crazy after eleven o'clock. The sight has narrowed considerably since it snowed in the already cloudy weather. We briefly entered the officetel building to preserve our physical strength and temperature and unpacked the hallways. If this weather persists, it will be a big problem. The already busy schedule has already begun to slow down.

While the party was resting for a while, they opened the window and took out the telescope they had brought. And we tried to check the way we had to go, but the telescope could only see the dim alley. The snowy city was in danger. The snowstorm, which obstructed view as if it were foggy, was like a pure white night.

I want to eat a bowl of warm ramen.’

Yong-pal, who was rubbing his face with a hot pack, murmured quietly. Then Du-sik, who was next to him, swallowed instead of answering, and the old man smiled and sat down quietly. In the cold corridors came a chill, and wet clothes quickly took away body temperature because of the snow.

As Yongpal said, it was time to think of a bowl of warm ramen.

I poked my hand into my pocket and melted it with a hot pack. I don't know how long the snow would last, but at least I had to start moving with visibility. We had no choice but to rest here for a while and I crouched on one side, leaving the telescope to the old man.

Time flies without a promise. I could only hear the sound of the wind blowing and the breath of the party.

to be cold

'Dongyoon.'

Then the old man raised his head to the sound of calling me. Then, like instinct, he skimmed his hands and caught the crossbow that he had placed next to him. But the old man, whose eyes met me, waved his hand as if to calm down and soon beckoned me.

I moved my stiff body and slowly approached the old man. Then the old man turned over the telescope to me, pointing to a point outside the window.

'Do you see it?

I grabbed the telescope with both hands and turned my eyes to the point the old man pointed at. The night of pure white obscured the city and even my vision. But there was something particularly clear in it: the letters painted with red paint.

The letter was like a lighthouse laid lonely in the dark night sea.

I swallowed my saliva and looked around it. And between the raging blizzard, we could find familiar patterns and signs. Police station, no, neighborhood patrol. And clearly these words were written on the earth's windows.

SOS

Is it because of the red letters? The letter was filled with a deadly feeling of desperation as if written in blood. I gently lowered the telescope and gulped down a thin saliva between the dry wooden jars. It's a rescue signal. We were sending out a rescue signal for an unspecified opponent at the globe just between us and two blocks.

'There must be a man.’

The old man stroked his chin and shook his head as I murmured quietly.

'You don't know that.

The old man is right. Of course, I would have sent a rescue signal because there was a person there. But I began to worry about whether the people in there were still alive and if it wasn't a trap for the vagabonds. Should we just ignore it and pass by? No, neither was it.

Isn't it a shelf that Eden doesn't know?’

Oh, my God. When did you wake up?

Yong-pal, who was dozing off like a sick chicken on one side, crept up and himself got into the conversation. I was surprised to see the dragon arm approaching me without a sign and I paired the back of my head in anger. Then Yong-pal glares at me with a tearful look.

'You don't know that either.

The old man gently raised his hand over his head, giving the same answer as before. Then he stroked quietly and looked in the direction of the earth with his sticky eyes. Looking at such an old man, I began to worry a little. Of course, the goal we set when we left Eden was to visit the Shelters.

In a nutshell, an exploratory investigation? To put it badly, it was no different than to go around without countermeasures and scrape together information. However, I was isolated here because of the variable called snow, and I had to worry about finding a place that might be a new shelf.

And an hour has passed.

Let's see if we can get through.’

I don't care to report it anyway. I asked the old man stealthily in the midst of the gradual weakening of the snow. But the old man kept his mouth shut and the innocent dragon-pal replied, "Okay, well." The old man was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, perhaps still troubled.

As the snow weakens, the field of vision improves gradually improves. I picked up the telescope again and approached the window and looked outside. The men hiding in the snowstorms appeared one by one and began to see the outline of the road that was not been seen.

And the earth tower building also began to look clear. SOS, written in red letters, looked through the place for a moment and found something glistening through the windows. It was so fast that I lowered the telescope for a moment and rubbed my eyes.

Then I checked the window again, and I saw something fluttering through the window again. The shape identified at that short moment was clearly a human shadow. I lowered the telescope and looked at the old man and said quietly.

There's someone in there.’

Then the old man wriggled his forehead for a moment and took away the telescope I was holding. And I looked at you for a long time, and then I breathed out and nodded. Recognizing that the gesture was a signal, Yong-pal hurriedly woke Du-sik up.

'Let's just get past it.

Is it a trap for the vagrants? The old man showed signs of extra caution. I also quietly agreed and packed the equipment thinking that it would be no harm to be careful. If the rescue signal was sent, it was highly likely that they were looking outside.

I was willing to show you the degree of sign of passing, if not visit. If they want help......... I'll open the door first.

We packed our gear and left the building.

* * * * * *

"Oh! Brother...".’

Behind me, the dragon-arm makes a moaning sound. It was said that the snow had weakened, but it was dangerous to walk on a street with blurred vision. The old man looked everywhere with sharp eyes, and I spared my words so as not to lose my sense of direction.

Shh.

A nerve dotted with tension suddenly sends a warning signal. The sight captures the dark phosphorus between the snowstorms, and the hearing, accustomed to the sound of the wind, throbbing with sudden dysentery. As I crouched down in my seat, all the company that was following me bowed down.

I looked forward for a long time and soon looked back and said,

'Two in front.'

Starting with the sound, the party moved busily and the sound of pulling the crossbow's protest slowly rang out between the violent wind. The distance from the men in front of us was about 50 meters and 100 meters around us was a zone.

'What's the route to bypass?'

Before I knew it, the old man who came to my side whispered quietly. If the weather is nice, it was hard to fight on a snowy day like this. Knowing it, the old man found a way to avoid it, not fight, and I had to shake my head at the question.

'None.'

It's a main road without alleys. And the earth was attached to the end of the main road. Of course, there will be a detour if you go around, but it's a waste of time and movement. Furthermore, there was no guarantee that he would not meet them even if he went that way. It has to be handled here and passed.

Why are you shaking your head?….’

The old man, who was lifting the crossbow, kicks his tongue and opens his eyes thinly. They usually just stand there doing nothing at sunrise. They are passive people who move when they hear the sound, but they behave strangely differently on snowy days.

I've recorded it several times in my diary. They stare blankly at the snow falling from the sky, or they're freaking out to catch it. Even those who used to show the same appearance all had various behaviors as if they had individuality on a snowy day.

And the first two weren't the type to stay still.

He turns his head like a wooden doll and makes the sound of scratching the iron plate. It was such a heterogeneous behavior that I don't know if it was anger or curiosity about the eyes, but it gave the viewer goose bumps. When the neck is bent to an abnormal angle, the dragon arm behind it flinch.

'..........let's go take care of it.’

The old man, who had been aiming for a long time, uttered a small curse. He seemed to have given up on using crossbow because of his blurred vision and irregular movements. The old man put down the crossbow on the spot and took away the gun and the great sword held by the dragon arm.

Then he pointed at me, beckoning and signaling that the Yongpal brothers should stand by here. Two of us were enough. If a large number of people flock to the area, only the movement line will be obstructed and dangerous. I followed the old man down the crossbow and lifted the gun I was wearing.

The Great Sword shines sharply. Now that we have set goals, only prompt action was needed. We rose from our seats and quickly scattered on both sides with the bayonet guns at the front. I believe in old people and old people believe in me. We stood by each other like that and started to stick to him.

The eyes obstruct the view. And the sound of the wind makes even the hearing dim. I was dizzy as if all my nerves were noisy, but only one nerve that sounded the alarm in my head exerts its light so sharply. I kick my foot and run fast behind the guy I'

‘…….’

He started to respond to my footsteps, bending his shoulders and neck around. And he turned quickly, spitting out grotesque cries, as if he had determined that he could hear clearly behind him. But I didn't give him time to prepare.

The dog's head is going to hit him in the head. His rotten nose is crushed and his sharp teeth pop out with the texture of the bone crushing. I threw the dog's head down once again so as not to give him a chance to fight back right after he was shocked.

With a dull sound, the dog headboard stuck between the foreheads gave him a decisive damage. The blood spattered and the face of the face is visible. The hazy eyeballs stick out and the rigid body starts to sob.

I raised my foot and kicked him in the stomach, and at the same time I turned my gun forward and put forward the Supreme Prosecutors' Office. The elderly seemed to have already finished their work, given that they couldn't hear the sound. I came up to the side of a fallen man and raised my gun in a hurry to cut my breathing.

‘…….’

And as soon as I was about to take a powerful shot, I stopped in that position.

"Ah... ah......my....................Ai....'

What?

What?

His mouth opened and I expected a terrible groan. But the voice from his mouth was neither a groan nor a gruesome cry. What do you want to say? No, why? Why on earth are you talking?

"Get a hold of yourself."

The old man's voice awakened my hardened nerves. And at the same time, an old man's sharp sword pierced his forehead, and he was struggling. Slowly stopped moving. When he died, I wiped the cold sweat from my hands on my pants and shook my head violently.

Hearing? No, what the hell was it?

Come on, man!

The old man hit me hard on the shoulder, blaming me for being out of my mind. He seemed to be embarrassed when he suddenly dazed out of his mind when he was running soundly. I rushed my saliva into the dry throat and asked the old man in a quivering voice.

'Did you hear that?’

'What?'

I couldn't say anything.