I'm still alive

The fellow was not moving at all, even though I was aiming the gun. Like what is it? Why are you holding it? With a face like that, he shed only unpleasant cries. The way he shook his body around, the way he snapped at me seemed to see me like a toy.

But I had a hunch that this moment, when he didn't know the existence of a gun, was an opportunity never to come again. I whispered quietly to Detective Kang, who fell and waited for his death.

'......the bullet.'

'What?'

Detective Kang asked me back with a look of horror. I yelled loudly at him with a stuffy heart to wake him up.

"Is there a bullet in here?"

It's a variant that we're facing anyway. They either ran away in fear, or were caught and killed in front of them, but they were the same. But I didn't want to shiver in front of him at this moment. When I suddenly shout, the one in front of me suddenly stops moving, and opens his eyes. Kagak, and the neck turned 90 degrees to the side.

My yell must have offended you.

Stay calm, stay calm.

The fellow stopped crying, and began to approach slowly this way. The distance is from the end of the overpass to the midpoint. At that slow pace, there must be a chance at the moment. I felt I had to gamble without Dai, and Detective Kang muttered in a rapturous voice as if to respond to it.

'...one foot.'

There's only one chance. I grabbed the revolver I was holding with one hand again with both hands and frowned between my eyes.

Detective Kang, who noticed that I was about to shoot, crept up beside me, and soon swallowed his saliva and looked at him. I wanted to hand over the gun to Detective Kang, but I couldn't because I felt like my neck would fly as soon as I warmed up.

Detective Kang also did not move hastily, as if he had sensed a strangling life. Closer to my feet in a passive move, Detective Kang spoke to me in a calm voice, unlike before.

You've never shot before, have you?’

Of course. How many of those who have ever shot revolvers in the military of the Republic of Korea? These days, there is a shooting range that can be used for revolver shooting, but I have never been near the sign of the shooting range. Detective Kang quietly instructed me, responding that he knew he would.

'Stretch your legs, raise your shoulders.’

I took a posture as directed by Detective Kang and glared at him head-on. Accuracy should not be expected. You have to wait for him to come close. I held my breath. No, I forgot to breathe, and I focused all my mind on him.

The terrible sight of him is caught between the sightings. Every time I shook my upper jaw, my head made me sweat in my hands. A cold wind blows through the fingers on the trigger. No sound was heard in this space now.

'Norisso......'

Detective Kang whispered to me in a quivering voice. With a shaky thumb, I pulled back the trigger located behind the aiming span. A cold charge is heard, and my heart begins to beat like mad.

Boom boom. Boom boom.

My eyes were slowly hurting.

Step, step, step. 30 meters, click, click..... 20 meters.

Shoot? No, not yet. I have to shoot. No! If you miss, you'll all die. The instinct and patience to live in me constantly collide. The ears ring, and the hands tremble without mercy. And the moment he put his foot forward, all my nerves exploded.

Kagagakakakakakakakakakakakakakakakakak

Time flies slowly. The fellow reached right in front of us, and soon he laughed and sneezed wildly and flew at me. As time went by slowly, I began to feel the feeling of my eyes turning at the same time. That's how his gray eyes are caught between the sightings.

I pulled the trigger with a feeling of pulling death.

Bang!!!!!!

Muscles tremble, and a piercing shot begins to ring. The head of the fellow, who came close to my nose and stretched out his hand, quickly turned back, and his body fell to the ground in a terrible way. Kuck, blah. Only then did I breathe out and inhale the acrid gunpowder smoke.

Was it right? Head?

Black blood splashes to stain white eyes. The fellow who fell to the floor began to struggle all over like a cockroach hit by an insecticide. A rumbling sound came out of my mouth, and my arms and legs are twisted together.

He did not die instantly even though he was hit in the head. The shooting left his right eye wide open, but the fellow still struggled and swung his head toward me. And he fixed his gaze on me as if he were waiting for his recovery, and scratched the floor of the overpass quickly.

I reached out my trembling hand and raised Detective Kang from the fall. Detective Kang looked sick and tired of the guy who was shot in the head. I don't have time to appreciate it like this. I desperately fished through the time that a single gun had earned me.

Tung. Tung. Tung. Tung. Tung.

We started running frantically on the overpass. At the same time the fellow, twisting his whole body from the floor, began to make a scream of cry.

Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!! There was an unconditional implication of hostility in the cry of the fellow tearing up his vocal cords. But he couldn't keep up with us, and the cries began to fade away. Completely down the overpass, we began to run fast in the middle of the road.

My breathing is so rough. The muscles in the legs have been screaming and squeezing, but fear has made me forget even the pain. The field of vision flipped wildly, and we came running to the halfway point before we knew it. The overpass where he collapsed had long since disappeared in a snowstorm.

They didn't come to the overpass even though the shots sounded. Is it still his territory? Thanks to you, I was able to get away here, but this lucky time will never be long. I eventually gave up my escape, and decided to hide in search of a hiding place.

I turned around and got off the boulevard, and then quickly got into the alley.

But as soon as he entered the alley, the remnants of the past quickly brushed his head. The memory of the mutant who first discovered Soyul Yeo-sang chasing us with his scent. And at the same time, the old man's witty response came to mind.

He's a mutant, so wouldn't he be the same?

I took off my coat like instinct, and soon I took off Detective Kang's coat. Of course, I was freezing to death, but what matters now was not the cold. I picked up my coat and threw it over the wall, and threw away Detective Kang's clothes in the other direction.

But my instinct was telling me to take off my socks, as if I was anxious with two coats. I followed the instinct faithfully, and soon began to sprinkle my socks everywhere. The snow-soaked shoes rushed to regret, but now there was no time for hesitation.

By the time it was approaching six, the world slowly began to darken.

* * *

The sun has set completely, and I'm still alive. The time I write my diary now is 7 p.m. It's already completely dark outside, and it's still snowing. The scenery seen through the window was pitch black with nothing visible.

The place where we came in was a lot of villa buildings all around.

We couldn't stand this cold in the villa hall or stairs, so we were forced to find a house to escape the cold. And it was not long before we could find a house whose door was half open. As I walked into the house, a cold chill and dust came whipping me in the face.

There was nothing inside the house except dust and scattered luggage, as if they had fled.

After confirming that there were no people or monsters, we quickly locked the front door and covered the windows with all the clothes and cloth in the house. Of course, he didn't forget to drag heavy furniture to block the front door. We stuck by the window for a while and focused on the sound coming from outside.

It's been half an hour, but I couldn't hear anything outside. We, relieved by the cold, began to look around the house quietly, and soon began looking for the most urgent clothes. My clothes were covered with old blood and snow and lost its color, and the pockets and buttons had long been torn.

I need to change.

Walking around the house, I happened to find a family photo on my desk. The picture of a couple and a young daughter smiling was covered with dust. I lifted it up and looked at the routine for a while that would never come again. Their smiles felt so alien.

Would he be dead? A useless thought passed through his head. But I soon put down the picture, and busily began to wander around the house again.

And I could find thick coats and clothes in the closet. Immediately without hesitation, I took off all the clothes I was wearing, and changed them into clean new clothes. Detective Kang, who was looking at it, also took off all the wet clothes and changed into clean new clothes after me.

I felt sorry for the landlord, but I didn't feel that guilt because I was in a hurry.

I looked around the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat, but nothing existed, as if the landlord took it all with him when he took refuge. Feeling sorry, I sat still in the corner of the living room wall, hugging the blanket I brought from the main room, and trying to restore the temperature that soon went down.

And now he was sitting in front of the candle that Detective Kang found and brought to him, warming his hands and body. Although it was a small spark less than a single finger of mine, now that everything was frozen, even this warmth felt senseless.

Detective Kang and I covered ourselves with blankets and focused on the sound of the wind coming from outside. I heard a grotesque cry as to whether they started their activities. I began to doze off at the sound of the lullaby, and at the same time I felt hunger and thirst for my lips to dry.

The shopping basket, which contained water and food, had long been thrown on the floor when it ran away. It was the first time I missed chocolate so much. While I was sitting still licking my dry lips, suddenly I began to hear a rustle from Detective Kang's side.

I looked up reflexively at Detective Kang. Then there, Detective Kang was sticking out an energy bar with wrapping paper. Where did you get it? Oh, I think he still had the energy bar I gave him there. I accepted it with trembling hands.

And I split the energy bar exactly in half and held it back to Detective Kang. In front of the candle was his face, accepting the energy bar, and warm warmth, like a small warmth, rose from the candle.

He smiled strangely even though he was not in a situation to laugh.

I laughed and stuffed the energy bar into my mouth. When I laugh, Detective Kang laughs a lot, and puts the energy bar into his mouth. Of course, there was no news. Nevertheless, it was so delicious and felt strangely strong.

I ran away here in fear. But I didn't die, and my heart was beating. But at this moment of survival, I couldn't tell if I was a monster or a human being. I looked into the abyss, and I was under the illusion that maybe I was becoming a monster like them.

But now that I shared food with the candle, I laughed like a human being. Yeah, they didn't laugh like this. I gulped down the energy bar that remained in my mouth, and breathed out. Laughing continued to leak out of pain, pain, and so scared.

My heart is beating.

Yeah, I'm still alive.