I'm still alive

The afternoon routine has begun. We had to move busily because it was actually a period of preparation for the mission. Teolbo ate the potatoes like a crab, and soon fled for work. It seemed pretty confident to tell us to look forward to it from a while ago.

The Yong-pal brothers took out brooms and mopers with overly excited faces, and soon began sweeping and wiping the floor of the office. And Detective Kang, who was staring blankly at the figure, scratched his back of the head and helped his brother without a word, and began to clean up the cluttered office.

The rest of the staff took a large desk on one side and placed it in the middle of the office, with a large map on top of it. Kim Hye-jung brought the map from the tent of the search team, so all kinds of information was written on the old map.

I added the information I recorded on the map.

When I finished it, it was spectacular. The information collected by the victim's search team as collateral for their lives and the information that we have recorded while walking around were streaming on the map. Me and the old man smiled happily at the map, and Kim Hye-jung, who was snooping around, gave a small exclamation.

This was a precious treasure that I couldn't ask for anything. I swept the map down my palm and put the pen back in my pocket. Then he looked around the overly spacious office and asked Kim Hye-jung, who was still under discipline.

'Kim Hye-jung, is there anyone in your old search team who wants to be active again?’

Teolbo, Kim Hye-jung, and Kang joined the team, but there were not enough people to handle the vast task and various tasks. From the most important combat personnel to the noncombatants who will remain in the office and support us. It was a sad situation for a person.

I asked her because I thought there might be someone who wanted a similar job, even though it was a disbanded search team. However, Kim Hye-jung looked dark at the moment and bowed her head to the floor. And answered in a very intimidating voice.

'......maybe none of them all.’

The old man nodded his head out of a moan, and I couldn't ask her hastily because she looked unusually dark. As it was inevitable to replenish the number of people, I tried my best, but I couldn't think of a proper way.

At that moment, however, Kim Hye-jung, who was intimidated, raised her hand halfway and whispered quietly.

Do I have to be experienced?’

'You don't have to.’

The old man next to me answered quickly. I hesitated for a moment to consider the situation, but soon I had to nod and accept it. If you can't run in the field, you can work in the office. I thought I could just let them come and teach them step by step.

What can I do?’

Kim quickly rose from her seat, nodding her head with a solemn face. Then she hurried to the other desk and began to make something, moving her body busily. And less than a minute later, the paper he brought had these large letters written on it.

[Recruiting a tramp!] Two meal tickets per hour!]

You want to make an announcement?

The old man burst out laughing as if he were dumbfounded, and so did I. The recruitment notice, which she found when she first visited the headquarters of the Search team, was also her work, which was tacky and sloppy. The flower painting, which he said was a painting of his own, evoked laughter and his crooked handwriting made him laugh.

Is there any way?’

Kim Hye-jung answered calmly. We were laughing but in fact she was all right. Because there was no other way except for this recruitment notice. The old man and I were aware of it, so we couldn't blame her except for the sloppyness of the recruitment notice.

The old man rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the pens on the desk. I also sighed and pulled up my sleeves at the recruitment notice she made. If you hang something like that, people will laugh at you because they think it's a notice to establish a kindergarten. It was good to eat rice cakes that looked good, and it was good to hang them up.

'Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.Why? It's almost done.’

She rolled up her sleeves and began to stammer as she looked at us approaching. No, isn't this pretty good? Her face, which began to take a backward step, was imbued with ridiculous confidence. But soon the confidence disappeared and she turned back hurriedly, avoiding us, who were creeping up.

But the old man quickly approached and stole her notice of escape. Then he crumpled it up and threw it on his desk and made a deadly vitriolic remark that killed her twice.

'This is called tissue. Use it later to clean up the poop.'

She had a tearful look on her face.

* * *

There was a reason why the old man looked at her skill and said she was sloppy. Because the old man's painting and writing skills were unusual. The handwriting was neat as if it were written on a computer, and the picture on the corner was incredible to be drawn with a pen.

At the corner of the paper was a man walking toward the sunset, which strangely felt something stimulating the romance. With the exclamation of me and Kim Hye-jung, the group of people who were doing their jobs stopped moving, and soon came here to see the old man's painting skills.

After a while, the notice was completed, and small applause and exclamations came from all sides. Kim Hye-jung clapped her hands enthusiastically as if she was upset, and so did the rest of the party's responses. I couldn't hide my admiration because I didn't know the old man had this talent.

There was no time for delay as long as the wonderful announcement was completed. Except for me, the elderly, and Kim Hye-jung, the people moved again to find their own work, and we, holding the notice with both hands, left the office and moved busily in the direction of Kim Hye-jung's guidance.

Kim Hye-jung says there is a separate bulletin board for posting a public offering like in a university. There are also newspapers about how each day goes, and there are many advertisements for recruiting people in groups and gatherings.

We walked diligently to get to the front of the bulletin board. Now that the Internet, which used to connect to each other from afar, has disappeared, people without proper communication began to gather naturally in front of the bulletin board and soon a meeting plaza began to be created.

People who meet and chat with people, and people who wander around on bulletin boards, reading newspapers or attaching something. The unusually quiet Eden was bound to be noisy here, where people gathered. We quietly posted a notice on the bulletin board across the crowd.

Other compositions and paintings were painted in the other contest, so what we made was less noticeable than we thought. But hoping for someone to read this little notice, we got out of the meeting square.

* * *

Sweeping and cleaning the office, and installing a lot of radio equipment on it, the sun has already set. There is a lot of time left until the finishing work, but there is a mishap that is already evening. We had to work all night, and it was not until late at night that we could finish all the work.

The group, exhausted after the work, fell asleep on the floor of the office as if they had promised. Everyone seemed to have no intention of going to the accommodation. I couldn't bear the heavy fatigue and ended up lying on the floor, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

And when I woke up in the morning, the sun was already up, and in front of the fireplace on one side of the office, all the people were tangled up and asleep. Since the office is large and spacious, it seems that it was inevitable that it would be cold even if the stove was installed. I kicked the dragon arm holding my waist and got up from my seat.

Looking around, the old man was already up and boiling water on the stove. The old man's paper cup had a sweet smell of coffee mix, and as I cast my eyes there, the old man naturally stuck out his coffee.

I checked the time by warming myself with warm coffee. The right timing was drawing near for breakfast in the quarters. I've come to announce the beginning of the morning, waking up people who are still out of their wits. The dragon arm sleeptalked and put socks in my mouth to hold my leg.

After the warlike wake-up time, we diligently moved to our quarters. The group of people going to school and going to work were naturally getting up early and preparing breakfast, while Chae-yeon was waiting for school with her neatly dressed up.

When I waved gladly, Chae-yeon turned her head coldly and ran away to one side. Maybe he knew I was asleep in the office. I had to run for a long time to soothe the sulky child, and eventually I was able to catch Chae-yeon, who was rumbling.

Teolbo decided to share his accommodation with us, and so did Detective Kang, who joined the group. However, Kim Hye-jung, whose position is ambiguous, has been sticking to us like leeches since a while ago, and eventually won a spot on the table.

What's wrong with a man with a house? The old man gave her a pint, but Kim Hye-jung just smiled and ate her rice. Still, he began to talk to other women and chat with them quickly, as if he was friendly. Kim Hye-jung's face looked unusually bright as she chatted wildly.

Our meals were always noisy. Chae-yeon was already on my lap, and many people gathered around me and burst into laughter. I was so happy to see this sight that I felt heavy on one side of my heart at the thought of keeping it.

Nevertheless, the food made by Kang Soo-ryeon was so delicious. I ate kimchi stew and rice in an instant and put rice in Chaeyeon's mouth diligently. Chae-yeon, who was chewing with plump cheeks, looked up at me and smiled.

* * *

After finishing the meal, the party cleared the dishes in perfect order. After a peaceful time, a busy moment came to start the day again.

I decided to go to school together for Chae-yeon, who would have been disappointed by her overtime work, and the party who had to go to the office was forced to leave first.

And I took Chae-yeon and the children and diligently walked to a school a little far away. The children gathered like chicks and followed me, and wept beautifully. He seemed awkward but pleased to hear that I was taking him to school. I waved excitedly at the school's main gate until the children entered, and gently closed my eyes before the pouring sun.

I was the only adult who came to school that day.

Having taken all the children to school, I moved back to the office where people would be waiting. A day has passed since the notice was posted, so there might be news today. What if there's dozens of people coming in? I tried to hide my excitement strangely.

When I opened the door of such a heavy office, I could see that the excitement was all in vain.

Only three people came to see the notice. An old lady sitting in front of the stove with a cane and two students wearing school uniforms. I approached the side of the old man sighing with a puzzled look. And looked at my grandmother and asked slowly.

'This one too......?'

'......he was older than me.'

My grandmother coughed and mumbled her lips when she heard it. Someone older than the old......... I applied after seeing the notice of the tramp search team. I managed to shut my mouth and gulped. Then he turned his eyes toward the other two.

The other two were high school freshmen, who sat here without going to school from the morning.

A female student sitting on the right cut her skirt short and dyed her hair yellow. And chewing gum was unusual from the first impression. Uh-huh? She frowns strongly in the middle of her forehead, perhaps dissatisfied with how I look at her.

And the other student sitting next to him was a very weak-looking boy. It was confusing how I avoided eye contact and whether I applied or was conscripted. I breathed a sigh of my own as I looked at the child shaking his legs.

Are you good at fighting? Are you the boss?'

At that moment the girl who was chewing gum told me. Should I call it cheeky or rude? I didn't feel any better than I thought, but the group around me all fixed their faces and threw their eyes at the female student. There was a mixture of weak hostility in the eyes of the gathering at once.

Then the girl flinched in embarrassment.

'Oh, oh? Why! What!'

Just like that's perfect!

At that moment the sound of hitting the back of the female student's head rang out. There stood a dragon-arm with his hands raised and a sneaky smile, and even though he hit a man, he looked strangely happy. Yong-pal poked at the girl.

'Do you want to die?