I'm still alive

Detective Kang looked very surprised when I suddenly grabbed him by the collar. I was the only one to find him on the roof, given the behavior of Detective Kang here now and the tramps wandering around outside. It didn't need a long explanation as it is now.

I breathed out to keep my composure, and muttered quietly in Detective Kang.

'From now on, just listen to me. Or you'll die.’

If you can't keep up, you can't take him. The guy who died on the roof of the big market was a sudden popping strain. I was vaguely thinking that there might be another strain after I killed him, but I didn't even imagine it would pop out of the blue in this situation.

And what frightens me so much is that the one I found on the roof now weighs more on my nerves and body than the one I met on the Soul Yeosang. an area beyond the realm of fear For now, all I could think about was running like crazy.

Detective Kang fortunately followed my instructions well. I was the first to observe the behavior of the vagrants below. The two vagrants on the first floor were not moving, even though the party was all out on the street. I slowly went down, beckoning Detective Kang.

The vagrants began to speak.

'Brother... something creepy, isn'

'Don't yell, asshole! Ugh......... who's playing games...….’

One seemed to have found something strange at the sound of a snap. Scary? If you look at it in person, you'll see that it's not the creepy level. I swept down the creepy skin, stopped about halfway up the second floor, and watched the two vagrants standing on the porch.

We have to get out of here first. I don't know what he's after, but these vagabonds will at least be the meat shield. Tick, tick. Tick, tick. The fellow began to make a quirky sound as if he had been angry at them who had not found him.

I had a shiver, and Detective Kang also had a pale face as if he had felt something strange. A man without experience should not face him. I quickly shook Detective Kang to come to his senses and gently lifted the window.

I didn't want to, but I had to open a joint front with him. It's actually a good front for words, just running away hard while the vagabonds die. And after a while, the opportunity that I wanted so much began to come.

'Hey! Just wait here for a minute. Just try to find out who he's like...….’

A vagrant, who was called an elder brother, suddenly began to show off his good looks. He lifted up the iron pipe he had placed on one side and shook it in a trembling voice, and soon followed his other colleagues out to the side of the road.

What was left on the porch was a vagrant, and if it was a surprise, it was fully possible to handle. I didn't have to worry anymore, but I leaned down quickly and moved towards the first floor. The terrible sound of wind blew my breath away and the cold chill wiped out my presence.

We must make sure he doesn't even scream. I put the window forward and aimed it at his neck. And I whistled quietly so that his face was facing me.

'......what?'

a quiet whistle at the villa's porch The tramp shuddered at the sudden noise, and soon instinctively looked back. I didn't miss the chance and quickly ran out and stabbed a spear in his Adam's apple. The feeling of murder flooded in and enveloped the nerves.

Kkeok.

Blood splashes into my face with a breath-taking sound. The man who was stabbed in the neck hurriedly blocked the wound, but could not stop the blood that began to boil like a fountain. I watched him fall on the floor with cold eyes, wiping out the blood splashed on my face with my sleeve.

It's just.k.

And the chills and fears that ring my ears.

I sensed the time had come, and took the baseball bat that the bum was holding and handed it over to Detective Kang. Then he grabbed Detective Kang's clothes staring blankly at the body and shook them and whispered quietly.

'Don't look back, run.’

'What?'

Detective Kang looks at me, asking stupidly whether he has yet to grasp the situation. But I didn't have time to convince him, and I just wanted him to be good at running. I grabbed the door on the first floor of the villa and pushed it as hard as I could. Then with the cold wind, the stormy snow struck me in the face.

What, what, what!’

The vagrant who left the villa first roam the streets. Then when we got out of the villa, he started stuttering in surprise. But for a moment the embarrassment was so natural to harm a human being, he rushed at me with an iron pipe.

The moment he swore, my flesh and my desire for survival were equally exuded.

I picked up the window and blocked the flying iron pipe. It was sharp, but the sack didn't budge in the face of such a light attack. And as soon as he was about to launch a second attack, Detective Kang quickly rushed to him with a gesture of "When were you embarrassed?"

A baseball bat hitting the back of his head instantly incapacitated him. I looked at the guy who fell on the floor and saw the roof where he was standing. It was also gone. But the closer sound than before was telling us that there was not much time.

All nerves rise sharply and the back of the neck stiffens.

Detective Kang was hesitating with a bat in front of the fallen man. The hesitation about murder, which seemed to hold detective Kang. I quickly approached with a spear, but the vagrant, who had fallen and struggled on the floor, cried out without missing that brief moment.

'Hey, here! Help me out here!’

Detective Kang looked everywhere with a glaring face. But despite the vagrant's desperate cry, strange answers were not heard. Just the stronger snow and wind noise than before were encroaching on us like darkness.

I don't even have time to kill him.

Death was already on the horizon.

I ran fast and grabbed and dragged the bat that Detective Kang was holding. I haven't heard a click and the wind has only been getting louder. And obviously, the shadows of the vagrants, which had been seen between the snowflakes, were no longer visible.

Without a hint, and without a single murmur, they were gone, and the place where the hostages were held together was gone like a haze.

The streets were enveloped in eerie silence. And the groan that tickled my ears was not heard from a certain place. But the sense of chilling was still lingering. I started running as I was, and Detective Kang also started running like crazy after me.

'Oh? Uh! Hey! Hey!’

The vagrant, who had fallen on the floor and complained of pain, tried to get up from his seat with a shout as we began to flee. But I ignored it and just ran forward recklessly. The snow came so much that it was dumped on our feet that it clung like leeches and interrupted our steps.

I felt something pulling me. This resistance, this fear. I ran and ran on the blind side of the road, swinging them away with my hands. And the moment I noticed that the monsters around me were gone, I felt my heart sink.

Hey, hey, hey! Dong-yoon!!'

As soon as I ran, Detective Kang, who followed me, called me impatiently. As soon as he made a sound, I stopped quickly and hurriedly shut Detective Kang's mouth. At that moment we lost our balance and fell on the snow, and the empty spot was quickly occupied by snow and wind.

At the same time as static, cold sweat falls down the back of the nose.

Argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A cry of pain resounded in the distance. How much pain do we have to give to humans to scream like that? At the end of the sound, the streets were again shrouded in silence. Detective Kang was looking at me with trembling eyes, and I let go of my hand covering Detective Kang's mouth.

I began to run like a possessed person. They didn't even respond, let alone crowd, even though shouting hit the city. The city was so heterogeneous, as if it had arrived in front of another world.

It's just.k.

Just...

That's how I hear it again. The direction of this sound was the street where the vagabonds were, and from that moment on, Detective Kang did not call me or ask for an explanation. He was also desperately resisting the coming death.

Hmph. Hmph.

I could only hear myself and Detective Kang breathing out. The view narrows as if trapped in an intangible space, and even the buildings standing on both sides are under the illusion that they have disappeared. I hurriedly threw the spear in my right hand on the floor. And fixed his eyes forward and moved his arms and legs frantically.

Knock, knock. Knock, knock.

The sound of the wooden doll breaking is heard one after another.

It's getting closer. He was definitely coming after us. Beyond that blinding blizzard, a grayish black figure began to be seen. Not human. That speed certainly wasn't human. And before our eyes we began to see an overpass across the boulevard.

We began to run toward the overpass in front of us as if we had promised. I feel like I'm getting closer to him. We hurried up the stairs, and Detective Kang took out the revolver with his rattling hands in his arms.

I couldn't tell you not to shoot.

Tung, tongue. Tung, tongue.

Every time I climbed an iron-made overpass, the sound of iron began to ring. And between the noises came the grotesque sound of him. It's a close distance. I turned my head reflexively after the sound, and there was a guy who reached near us.

He was crawling with four feet, strangling his neck curiously. How fast the speed was, it repeatedly disappeared and appeared in the hazy vision of snow. And when I was about 100 meters away from him, I could totally check his face.

I was smiling.

The corners of his mouth, which had been raised despite the absence of a jaw, were grotesquely torn, and his eyes bent like crescents, leaving no gray eyes visible. He reached out to us, and began climbing the overpass like a spider.

a sharp angle

Is he laughing? A creepy cry came down from his mouth.

At that moment, Detective Kang, who was crossing the overpass, falls on the floor. After confirming that Detective Kang fell, I was braking and slipped and fell on the ground of the overpass. I tried to get up in a hurry on the snowy floor, but I quickly gave up when I found the fellow who had arrived before us.

I've known for a while. We can't run anymore.

I desperately pushed Detective Kang aside, whose gears panicked. Then he took the revolver he was holding and got up from his seat. He didn't hit us right away. He looks at us for a long time like a toy and then he wakes up on his feet.

I grabbed the shaking hand and lifted the revolver. I put his head between the sightings and couldn't move for a while. The wind wiped away my cold sweat, and the snow fell gently on the revolver and on my hands.

I put my finger on the trigger and swallowed my dryness.