I'm still alive

[Unrecorded Story]

The joy of hostility, malice, and predation boils in black lumps. And when you spit it out of your mouth, howling like now begins to resonate all over the city. I'll eat you. I'll eat you! A deadly instinct hits our eardrums.

The nerves are on edge, and the aftermath soon creates an electric signal. You die. You die soon. The body reacts to the flesh and makes every muscle mass panic. My whole body is getting heavy. A sense of helplessness begins to delve into my source itself.

Judge, Dong-yoon! Judge it right now. I gulped down my saliva as I looked at the scene that turned into an aviosis. The pupils of the eyes were constantly shaken, and the spine was covered with cold sweat. Everyone's despair drowns me. Their anger lickes my mind.

'Cuck!'

The old man runs to policeman Uhm, steals the gun and kicks him in the stomach. He looked so fierce that he shot and killed policeman Um twice. I resent it madly. I wanted to take that pistol and put a bullet in my head right away. But I made our survival a priority over that.

Everyone looks at me. Help me, please. Please let me live.

Shut up!

I shook my head out of the feeling. But the gray jungle didn't give me time to think. The sound of footsteps from afar, or the sound of meat falling on the floor, begins to be heard everywhere. My heart jumped like crazy, and my hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably.

They're coming.

Argh!’

There is no fixed path. They are babies who squeeze themselves into holes in sewers when people are in front of them. And the beginning began with a woman's piercing scream. They began to fly frantically over the alley wall, and from far away, a flock of grey clouds like a herd of bulls come in.

The goal is only flesh and blood!

The car collapses, and I hear a crash. And the death that answered Howling begins to come upon us in gray waves. What's the situation? What's the possibility? And can we survive? I thought a lot in a moment, and I let go of that much.

Save me! Save me!’

'Mom!!!!'

When they run like crazy, the line collapses in an instant. Men shout and run away, women scream and scatter in all directions. Only the children collapsed into despair and sat there doing nothing. Their annihilation was screened before their eyes like a trailer.

I turn my head blankly and look at the old man and the Yongpal brothers. Desperate was young in the old man's face, and Yong-pal was half crying. They were looking only at my face, doing nothing in the face of a catastrophic fear.

Yongpal told me.

Brother, brother...Are we going to die?’

It's not dying. No, it's not dying. Behind the old man and his Yongpal brothers, the other group members began to grow faint. My story isn't over here. Their story wasn't the end either. My life became a rough tide, but I couldn't even lose its flow to them.

My legs are heavy. This is where Chae-yeon was hanging. Daddy's Superman, Superman, saving everyone. Chae-yeon's dreary voice was ringing in her ears. And I muttered incessantly, as if I had planted a harmony in the voice.

I'm still alive. I'm still alive. Yeah, I'm still alive.

I brought two bullets. I took one out quickly and put it in the gun. When I pulled the trigger, my muscles began to expand with a cold sound of a full charge. The cold-cold blood all over the body heated up and began to run wild, and the cold backbone spat out hot steam before the rising heat.

Desire for survival. I burned life with fuel, like a runaway locomotive that began to run.

Ta-ang!

Gunfire strikes the city once again. However, the gunshot was not a starting point for despair, but a signal for survival. I fired a gun at them coming over the wall, and the old man took away Yongpal's gun, starting with my launch.

And we both started firing simultaneously. Their heads were broken and dirty water flowed through their skulls. The heat that began to spread to my starting point slowly drives out the cold invoice energy that was eroding our party.

I cried out my vocal cords. The cry was not a man's word. They were just shouting that they had to live and leading the party. Noise? I gave up from the moment I already fired. Other ideas except that I have to live have already been excluded from my head.

Front!

It's blocked.

Back!

It's blocked.

Then drill sideways. There were alleys on both sides, but they were already full of crumpled bodies. Finishing my judgment quickly, I grabbed the shivering dragon-arm by the back, and entered the building instinctively. And the old man, who was firing a gun, followed me, pulling the remaining doosik in a daze.

The building we entered was a one-story super building. You're staging a sit-in here? It was like the sound of suicide. I kicked the door and quickly went into the building. And between the windows, you can see people torn to death.

The men who were running away were surrounded by them and their stomachs were torn, and the children who were crying were torn their heads alive. The unfolding hellshades out terror, warning us that there is no way to live. Yeah, there's no way. Then I had to make a path.

I quickly went into the supermarket and looked around. Then I found a small window behind the supermarket. A window with a common window was enough for a person to get out. I shouted loudly, aiming my gun at the door we entered.

'Old man! Window!’

I pulled the trigger with the old man breaking the window. The guys who followed us into the supermarket opened their mouths, and the bullets I gave you are constantly stuck between their mouths. Time flies slowly. Their heads pop, their shells dance dizzily before my eyes.

A short clip, a short clip. The sound of a shell falling on the floor and my harsh breath tickles my ears in harmony. My breath rose up with the smoke of gunpowder, and my mind slowly drows. Pull the trigger. Pull again. The popping head beats to the sound of my heart.

Click.

The ball hits the empty air. And time went fast again.

"Dong Yoon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Behind him the old man shouts wistfully in a split voice. Listening to the voice, my body instinctively moved, and quickly turned back and began to run.

Huck. Huck. Rough breathing catches my ankle, and tight pulled muscles squeeze my whole body.

There was no one in the supermarket, as if everyone had escaped through the window. But only the old man was waiting for me with his gun out of the window. And as soon as I turn around and start running, the old man's muzzle begins to shoot fire.

Howling sounds from behind. The cry to kill me rings. You're looking at me, you've come behind me. My electrifying nerves whip me to move my feet quickly. The old man empties one of his ammunition on the spot and hands out to me.

I reached out my hand desperately and took the old man's hand. And with the sensation of my body floating, my vision began to change rapidly. Outside the window, Doo-sik and Yong-pal were frantically moving and fighting with them, and they were all over the place.

I exhaled and kicked my feet. Then he took out the empty ammunition, and put in the last remaining one. The old man also poured out all the remaining bullets, and threw away empty ammunition at the air. As soon as the ammunition hit the floor, we started running again.

Turn it off!

I'm going to blow his bamboo barrel with his mouth open. He fell badly, but soon he reaches out and craves for my blood. I fired at the men flying towards us, stabbing and hitting them. But their numbers have grown, let alone decreased.

In the back, crying and harsh breathing mix to make my eardrums ring. I had to find a way to live, but I couldn't see it. No thoughts, no judgments to live, have all been left in my head. We were just taking a step forward and breaking through the endless mist forest.

Aahhhahh!

And then I stopped walking because of the screams coming from behind me. The scream rattled my heart. I looked back quickly, spitting and breathing heavily, and frantically followed the men who threw themselves from all sides.

The old man and his dragon pal were caught. The two resisted desperately, and Du-sik, who was beside me, ran toward Yong-pal, spouting out angry shouts. I yelled again at the sight. Something is boiling up. Something that was bound together made my blood boil.

Put a gun in the head of a man trying to bite the old man's throat. Then he kicks the twitching, convulsing fellow, grabs the clothes of the fallen old man and lifts it up desperately. If we keep this up, we'll all be dead. The men coming from all sides were slowly surrounding us.

You have to hide.

I looked around frantically. Du-sik turned the man who hit the dragon into a soup, and he was raising the fallen dragon arm up. But after that, more and more of them were running towards this place. The situation is hopeless.

'Dongyoon.'

The old man's hoarse voice came through the beeping tinnitus. The voice caught me trying to sink into despair. I looked at it in a daze, and there the old man was looking at me with a sweaty face.

'There's a manhole cover up ahead.’

The old man said, pointing to an alley where they were coming. Snow piled up on the floor, so I couldn't see in detail, but I could definitely see a spot that was different in color from the concrete floor through the dug snow. The old man was telling us to hide in the sewers.

But the road to the alley was full of people coming this way. I couldn't imagine going through that place. But the old man looked at me with deep eyes. And muttered in a voice that seemed to put everything down.

'At least one person has to live.’

My hands trembled. Death is on the horizon. How long did you think you could avoid me? Black dregs whisper in my ear. But the old man's words from that darkness quietly stimulated the filament that had been hidden in one place.

The old man throws away his gun. Then he took out the crossbow he was carrying behind him. I pushed the Yong-pal brothers staring blankly at us with a gun that still had a bullet left. If the destination has been set, we must move without hesitation.

Running through the snow. Although the pace was slow, we advanced towards it. The bullets and bolts we shot spilled black blood on the white snow, and my body was limping with black blood before I knew it.

Limit is coming. The limit was slowly coming to me on this path of hell, where there was no end to it, the limit was slowly coming to me. They don't even know if they're breathing or stopping. The more I wipe the black blood, the more black residue binds me.

Am I running in the water now? The air is too heavy and dull. This sense of resistance and the weight of pulling me endlessly made me tired me out slowly. A minute felt like an hour. The distance less than 100 meters was longer and farther than any other road.

However, when we passed the time and dead line, we were able to reach the front of the manhole cover. But they flew desperately as if they would never let us run away. Hands fly from place to place trying to choke me, and teeth aiming at my neck flash.

I kicked the one who was flying, and cried desperately to the front.