I'm still alive

Woof woof! Woof woof!

To sum up the story of the two quarreling, it was like that. We quickly drew our attention from the two who were having an exciting dogfight, and approached the grandmother, who was rubbing her hands in front of the fireplace. The grandmother's face was full of signs of suffering passing like a blade, and her waist was half bent because she could not overcome the weight of time. I asked as politely as possible.

Grandma, does your family know you're here?’

'They're all dead and gone.’

Grandma answered curtly. At that moment the old man's face hardened, and my hand itself was hard. But I couldn't make it obvious in front of my grandmother who looked as if she had let everything go. Once I got a coffee mix in a paper cup and gave it to my grandmother, and I also brought a blanket and covered it for her.

Grandma bowed her head and thanked her. I looked bitterly at the figure and soon looked at the old man next to me. How shall I do it? The old man, however, was looking outside with a faint look, as if he could not think of the right thing. I guess I had a lot of thoughts like myself. But at that moment my grandmother called me, putting down the paper cup.

'Bachelors.'

'What?'

'The bachelors are vagrants, right?’

At first, I thought you had the wrong place for dementia. But the old lady, sitting quietly in front of the fireplace, knew exactly what mission this was and what was going on. Also, he even shook his hand holding a paper cup when he said he was a bum.

'The vagrants are the ones who eat him, aren't they?'

For a moment the office quieted down. Because there was a mixture of bitter resentment and pain in her voice. The girl and Yongpal, who had been fighting for a long time, stopped shouting, and the people who were doing their jobs stopped acting and kept their mouths shut. And grandmother continued to talk.

'......you don't have to give me a meal ticket. I'll just do what I'm told to do like a slave. Please, just their......... just show me the top of those jerks, eh?"

Of course, the victim was there, and the fate of the victim still remained. The disgust at them came to me again and shut my mouth, and the rest of the party is also wary of talking. However, only the old man approached her and talked to her.

'Who?'

The grandmother, who caught the implication of the short remark at once, answered calmly.

'Grandpas and my daughter-in-law.'

The victim, and the rest of the teeth. She would have shed tears of blood, blaming the old body for not even getting revenge. Wouldn't it be scary? Is revenge possible? The pain that continues in a life that can't stop. Perhaps our public offering was the last chance left for Grandma.

My mouth felt bitter. This end made even a weak and gentle-looking old man who wanted revenge. I rolled a bitter saliva in my mouth and gave a deep sigh.

The old man reached out and stroked his grandmother's shoulder carefully. Then he looked back for a moment and made eye contact with me, and soon looked back at the group one by one and asked for tacit permission. Of course there were no dissenters, and I answered on behalf of the old man.

Do you want to go to work from today?’

The grandmother, who was looking at the stove with her back against us, shook her shoulders and shed tears.

* * *

Grandmother, or Kim Bok-ja, was virtually impossible to enter the scene. That's why he was forced to do office work, and it was true that even that seemed a little too much. In the face of a difficult situation, we agonized for a long time but failed to find the right answer.

Having spent all our time together, we have been hurriedly rationed out of the desire to have a meal first. All the parties stopped what they were doing and gathered toward us, and began preparing their meals as if they were familiar. But at that moment, I was able to unexpectedly discover Kim Bok-ja's unusual abilities.

While we were preparing the meal, Mrs. Kim Bok-ja wandered from office to office. And she was looking at the big map in the middle of the table from one Sanga, and when I approached her, she took out the magnifying glasses from her arms and fixed all the wrong address or errors on the map.

I was astoundedly detailed, and even knew what shops were in some buildings. Literally, this neighborhood was a home ground for grandmothers. The moment I discovered the specialty, I clapped my hands with a flash of thought, and the old man who rushed to me was shocked to see his grandmother.

It is said that she started picking up waste paper about 10 years ago, probably because she didn't want to open her hands to her children. And on the day when there was no waste paper in his neighborhood, he walked diligently to the next town and accumulated the experience of crossing the alley, which made him remember all the roads now.

My body is old and wrinkled, but my grandmother, who still had a bright mind, looked at me with a face asking if this really helped. And the old man and I, who had been discussing for a long time, were able to decide unanimously on the position that grandmother Kim Bok-ja would be nominated for.

For now, I called in Kim Hye-jung and instructed her to teach her how to use the radio. Grandmother Kim Bok-ja will do what Kim Hye-jung has been doing in the search team, and become a satellite that does not exist and will be our ears and eyes. I released all my records to my grandmother.

Of course, my grandmother, who learns how to use a radio after receiving a record, seemed to feel awkward somewhere, but I believe she will soon get used to it through continuous training. The grandmother, who moved her hands and eyes frantically, seemed tired but had a strange smile on her face.

* * *

Now that I've solved my grandmother's problem, it's time to solve two minors next time. When I looked back, however, Yongpal was already hitting the floor violently as she was caught by a female student. Yong-pal was shouting, "Where is the spirit of the new youngest coming in?"

'Stop it.'

I called a low-pitched girl to stop her action when the dragon was about to die. Then the girl, who was glaring at me with her sharp eyes, rose from her seat, untying Amba roughly. Yong-pal was so sad to be beaten by a female student that he ran toward Du-sik, bawled. I managed to resist the burst of laughter and asked the girl and the boy sitting around her.

Aren't they students?’

In Eden, all minors go to school. In addition to the lower grade children we take care of, Lee Yeon-kyung and Oh Hye-yeon, high school and middle school students, respectively, attend school together. I don't know what I'm learning, but at least this system of maintaining school was one of the biggest reasons I've ever remained in Eden.

By all appearances, the two looked like students attending the school.

Why? You're going to be an old man, too?’

From the moment the name school came out, the girl's eyes turned rebellious, and soon began to stare at me like a wounded cat. An old man? For a moment I looked at the child for a moment, touching his bearded chin to remember what the word meant.

'...... I'm not going to school.'

And at that moment the boy, who was just looking down at the floor from one side, muttered in a timid voice. Oh, come to think of it, these two were wearing the same uniforms, and did they go to the same school before the end of the year? I looked at the old man, feeling embarrassed.

But the old man, who received my eyes, looked at them with a strange look, with his mouth closed. Curiosity? Familiarity? Or sympathy? Such a complex mix of emotions that I couldn't figure out the old man's intentions. When the old man said nothing, I opened my mouth again at the two.

'Why?'

The first thing to hear was why you came here. No matter how bad the world was, I couldn't tell the children who weren't even adults to catch the vagrants and monsters. It's something that kills people, and it's something you might have to die. Even grown-up adults are having a hard time......... This was not something children could do.

At my question the girl suddenly began to brag with an angry face. Did he hurt his pride? I was just asking why, but it's a lot colder than I thought. But the boy, who had his head down on one side, spoke to me with a calm attitude, unlike the girl.

'I don't want to go back to school.'

Then the old man next to me answered in a cold voice.

'So, why?'

The boy couldn't answer and bowed his head again. His trembling legs, his white-faced fists, whether he was applying force, were representing the child's But the girl, who was just watching it, shouted at us like a wounded beast.

'They're all the same!'

the insides of children who know nothing but know them I must have mistaken the act of asking the reason for it as an act of pushing them. And a little absurdly the girl began to rush at me at the same time as the cry. You're the boss? Are you good at fighting? Is this why you asked me that as soon as you met me? I thought I'd be grumpy and posed for a good baby.

But at that moment, the image of Yong-pal, who was under amba in my head, passed by. And I was able to notice that the attitude of the female student running towards this place was unusual. Sensing danger, the nerves sounded alert, and my muscles began to react instinctively.

An average person would try to hit or push my body. But this girl was obviously aiming for my hands and arms. Oh, ground technology? Is this Jujitsu? I tried to avoid myself in amazement, but her eyes were burning, unaware of giving up.

Don't grab your arm or head. I was instinctively dealing with this girl, just like I was dealing with them. Avoid hands that try to hold me naturally, and avoid body contact as much as possible. And the world began to slow down, and my hand took her by the neck in a surprise move.

Kuck.

The moment her posture collapses, she walks her legs and collapses the center of her lower body. Then, apply force to the arm that holds the neck and push it straight to the floor. Perhaps the girl's body would have been brought down to the floor if she had given her strength at the end.

Boom!

'Mommy!'

With the sound of a child falling on the floor, Kim Hye-jung screams from over there. The whole situation was over in two seconds, and I was sweating and gulping. Without realizing it, I became a terrible adult who worked hard against the child.

Everyone looked at me with a look of astonishment, and only Yong-pal cheered me on.

'Perfect! That's great!!!’

* * *

I didn't get hurt because I controlled my strength at the end. However, the girl struggled for a long time after her back hit the floor, and eventually detective Kim Hye-jung and Kang came to her and helped her get up and lie down in one corner.

The boy, who had been terrified for a while, was shaking his legs with a more nervous face when I knocked the girl down on the floor. The situation turned strange, but there was still a lot to ask, so I could hear the story of everything, calming down the trembling male student.

Once this unbecoming couple was childhood friends. The day of the incident was the same day as usual, and the two on the bus were lucky to survive. Is the family safe or is the rescue team coming? Running away just to live, they were able to come to Eden dramatically with help from the search team just before they starved to death.

However, it is said that it was not warmth and warmth that came to the children who managed to enter Eden, but a cold look at the incompetent and parasitic. An orphan without a guardian, and a minor without the ability to work. The two were discriminated against unknowingly and had to be ostracized even in schools that were supposed to be educational grounds.

The male student cried and begged him to accept it, saying he didn't want to be treated like this anymore. I've been to other groups, but dozens of times I've been rejected for being still young. The only group left was the vagrant search group. It's all the same! The girl's words at me penetrated her heart like a dagger.

Would Chae-yeon and her children have been treated like that if they had come here alone? Eden? This wasn't Eden. It was just a cold battlefield that was thoroughly transformed into meritocracy before the end of the war. I reached out quietly and quietly raised my hand over the head of the child craving compassion.

It was good to be nosy. Three applicants, all accepted. A small flower bloomed on the snow soup, and it was so cold.