I'm still alive

'Dooshik!!! Open the lid!!!’

My voice is hoarse and I can't even speak properly. I hold on to my mind and mind that are about to break, and I push my body to the limit. Take care of the man who's after my neck, and I'll kill the man who's after him. We protected each other and left our backs like an organism.

Doosik hurriedly runs to the manhole cover, puts his fingers in the hole and applies force to both hands. The heavy manhole lid was laid aside with a heavy sound, and our last exit appeared. But at that moment, I heard a scream from the old man I was leaving my back.

"Old man!"

As soon as the old man is attacked without stopping his attack, he falls on the floor, shaking his shaky body to see if it has crossed the limit. And the man, with his mighty strength, lightly pierced the old man's defiance and thrust his sharp teeth into the neck. The old man shouted to me in a piercing voice.

Just go!!!’

The old man held out his unarmed crossbow forward, as if in his last burst. And I tried to block his teeth with the crossbow body, but the crossbow soon broke up with the sound of iron scratching and the body broke down.

Boom. Boom. Boom!

He gives out a grotesque cry as if the rebellious old man is annoyed. Then hold the old man's head with both hands, and shoot him several times on the floor. Every time I hear a thump, the blood of my heart falls into the abyss as well.

The old man had lost his mind and had no movement. And the old man, who was holding onto the old man, opened his mouth with a good cry, as if he had picked a coconut. I put the gun down. Then he took only the sword he was searching for and ran madly toward the old man.

Blood flowing all over the body spreads from fingertips to the heart again. And as soon as the string that was holding the opposite sex in my head is broken, the feeling of fear explodes. I gave them the same shout as them. Hateful. I hated them so much.

The snow on the floor flutters, and the snow flutters in all directions. And a hazy mind, with falling snow, disturbed my vision, and I put every scene in front of me in my eyes. Black blood fouls my white eyes, and the blowing biting wind makes me close my eyes that I haven't even blinked for a moment.

I put my hand with leather gloves in his teeth trying to chew on the old man's head. He shuts his mouth reflexively, and with a whimper comes extreme pain from his hand. I grabbed the bite hand and pushed him back. And I put a sword in his stomach in his other hand.

I screamed. It was an outburst of pain and anger and fear that I might die. His abdomen is torn with a bayonet, spilling out dirty guts and blood. But he spits out my hand as if he'd never done this, and soon he gives me his gag.

I don't lose, I shout, pulling out the sword. Then he raised the Great Sword.

The Supreme Prosecutors' Office, which I handed down, penetrated his lower jaw. And yet, I pushed him with my hands and tangled him, and we rolled on the floor together. His internal organs and blood are tangled in my arms and legs, and his dirty eyes moisten my whole body.

'Uh, ooh! Uhh!'

As soon as he stops moving, Du-sik, who completely opened the manhole cover, shouts at me. I don't know what you mean, but it was probably a push to come quickly. I pushed the dead man away and looked at the old man lying on the floor.

Red blood flows under the old man's head to wet his white eyes. I grab an old man without movement, and I get up struggling. You have to go. You have to live. You can buy both if you're just around the corner. I breathed out rough breathing, spitting out the pieces of internal organs that came into my mouth.

He dragged the old man away, desperately hurting his eyes. The more and more blood was on the white snow, the colder my body was. And when I arrived at the manhole cover, I thrust the old man under it, and kicked Doo-sik, who was torn, into the car.

But Du-sik struggles desperately not to go in. What's wrong? What's wrong? I yelled and kicked Doosik, but soon after I heard Doosik's words, my whole body became stiff.

'Yong, Yongpal!’

Yongpal? Yongpal!!

I turned my neck and looked back. Then I saw a dragon-arm wielding an iron pipe, blocking the alley with his whole body. I thought it was strange that no one approached me. The cowardly dragon-pal, who used to cry whenever he had time, was now blocking them from coming toward us like candles burning the last.

I turned my head again and looked at Du-sik. Du-sik was shedding tears, blinking his big eyes like a cow. The big eyes are so clear that they shine on me like a mirror. And there was me in the mirror, covered in black blood.

Let's hide. Hide! Then you can see Chae-yeon alive. Yongpal? Thank you. I can live thanks to Yongpal. So let's hide here and meet Chae Yeon. A so sweet whisper comes through the beeping tinnitus.

This hole is the only way out and the last chance. If you close this lid now, it won't open again. I stare blankly at this passage separating hell from reality. Shall we run away again? Can I run away again?

Like then?

'Yong, Yongpal...….’

Du-sik sheds tears. And in those eyes, I was already shedding tears. It's scary. Death's too scary. But what was scarier than that was myself thinking about running away.

My hands are shaking. Tears drip over the white snow on dirty cheeks. My reason shouted, "Put yourself in this aisle." But my body began to move contrary to the idea.

I quickly grabbed the manhole lid and pushed it forward to block the hole where Doosik and the old man were hiding. The old man lost his mind in blood, and Du-sik looks at me in a daze. I pushed the manhole cover half way through, and Doosik slowly tilted his shadow on his face.

'......hug it because it's cold.’

The blood and sweat I shed drips on the back of my dirty hand. The words I uttered quietly cover the snowy voids.

The lid is closed. And I quickly scraped together the snow around me and began to block around the manhole. Invisible, I did my best to stop them from finding this place. My fingertips were sore, and my fingernails were about to fall out.

The exit and I were completely isolated. While regretting, I did not regret it. Complex subtle feelings brushed through the body, but strangely enough, strength still remained in the body. I jumped out of my seat and ran in the direction where I left my gun.

As he ran, he reached for the gun. When the gun, which had been cold and buried in the snow, is caught in the hand, it pokes the frozen nerves. How many shots are left? I held my gun before I even thought of it, and fired it in the direction of the dragon.

Their heads are exploding like firecrackers. Yong-pal cringe, perhaps surprised by the sudden bullet from behind. Then, the person who shoots the gun realized that I don't know if I'm the one who shoots the gun.

'Why are you here? Why!'

The whole body of the dragon's arm was scratched, full of bite marks. If it weren't for the tough uniforms supplied by Eden, he would have died of bleeding earlier. The dragon arm, who was wiping the blood with tears, blared and blamed me, but I couldn't afford to answer.

As my shot is fired, the attack on Yongpal slows down for a while. A fight that would probably not have been one percent if it weren't for a narrow alley. I rolled my eyes in a situation that was getting worse and I thought as much as I could. A way to live. And a life-and-death divide began to be seen before my eyes.

I ran fast and caught the back of my struggling dragon arm. And we began desperately moving towards the opposite direction we had come. Yong-pal, who is caught in the back of his neck, gets up and stumbles on his own, as if he noticed that I had not given up yet, even though he was crying.

The harsh breathing sounds of each other gradually assimilate. And a strong desire for survival offered me a way to live, and I just walked frantically in the direction of instinct. As I walked out of the alley, I saw a public parking lot where cars were clustered.

In front of us, green iron bars, the boundary of the parking lot, were blocking the road ahead. Beyond this, it's a public parking lot. It should be as far away as possible from the manhole where the old man and Doosik are hiding. I still grabbed the twisting dragon arm, dragged it over the wall.

The dragon-arm breathes hard, crosses the wall, and hands out to me. Clothes are covered with blood from the dragon's arms, and the blood flows down the wall. I clasped the dragon's hand, and struggled over the low wall.

Those people who would not miss us from afar were running with their tongues sticking out. Now there was no strength left to panic. I looked around frantically. The dragon was not fatally wounded, but there were too many minor wounds. If you don't stop the bleeding quickly, your condition will get worse and worse and worse.

No matter how many times I ran away, it was impossible to get away from them, and in the end, I had to hide like an old man and Doo- I pulled a wobbly dragon arm and began to run across the tight parking lot.

The green wall we've come over collapses in an instant. The distance was only 100 meters. I realized that the moment of choice had come, and grabbed the crying dragon arm by the collar.

I clenched my teeth. Then, he slaps the cheek of Yong-pal, who cries and loses consciousness.

The dragon-arm, slapped on the cheek, looks at me with his closed eyes wide open. The dragon's eyes were filled with despair and fear. I chewed my lips strongly, facing those eyes, and soon walked quickly to the side of the bus and threw my dragon arm on the floor.

The parking lot was also covered with snow. I pulled out the eyes that were completely covering the bottom of the bus, and I thrust my dragon arm into it. Yong-pal, who was being dragged away by me in a daze, quickly grasped my hand as if he was beginning to grasp the situation.

'Oh, no! Brother, no!

The dragon arm struggled not to get in. Whenever that happened, my fist hit the face and body of Yong-pal, and let go of the hand that was desperately holding me. Nevertheless, Yong-pal did not give up until the end.

Scratched the floor and wheel with hands. The fingernails fell out and the fingertips were rubbed off, but Yong-pal gave me a bitter cry to the last minute.

Let's hide together! Brother, I can buy both!’

No. I'm sure they both die. They were already looking at us, and we'll never give up until we catch one. The reason why she decided that she could save Yongpal was because of her memory of being able to live under the car.

These guys will come after me if I run away. But if I hide, I'll rush under the bus.

I handed the bag I was carrying over to Yong-pal. There was a first aid kit to treat wounds and a hot pack to spend the night, and there was a radio that could communicate with Eden. The elderly, Doosik, and Yongpal needed a rescue request to live.

I pushed the dragon arm out of the way, dug into the snow and began to block under the bus. By the time the snow blocked us, Yong-pal stopped resisting, and soon stared blankly at the slowly disappearing hole. And by the time there is a hole left for a fist, Yongpal calls me quietly.

'Brother...'

I scooped up my eyes and plugged up the last remaining hole. Breathless. I had a terrible headache. I hurriedly got up from my seat after hearing their cries from all sides. And now they're running fast in the direction they can't see, with only guns left.

Raise the gun up and pull the trigger, which is a few shots left. A thunderbolt shot across a snowy city and provoke them. Look here. Follow me. And they crawl and jump to the floor, answering my cause faithfully.

The black waves were pointing at me.