I'm still alive

As time went by, the schoolgirl got up and got up. However, they only glare at me, and no mishap has occurred as they did earlier. The old man told the girl who had been struggling for a long time that she had passed the exam, and soon she flinched her lips and struggled to hold back her joy.

Seeing the puzzled appearance, it was only now beginning to look like his age. I held back my laughter and stretched slowly for fear that my child's pride would be hurt. Although the number of people was replenished, there were a lot of things to teach and do. After a brief break, we resumed our work.

Tomorrow is the day when I have to start my mission. Of course, it will take a period of adjustment as it is the first day, but that should not slow down the tension.

The name of the girl who used to bet on me Jiujitsu skills was Park Da-hye, and she was 171cm tall and was similar to Yongpal. They agreed to accept it as much as possible because they strongly want to work in the field and have excellent physical abilities. And at the end of the meeting, I decided to put it on the spot with an adaptation period.

The name of the male student in the same grade as Park Da-hye was Choi Sung-soo. The two were too different for childhood friends, but strangely, they looked good together. Maybe they're dating. I looked closely at it and it was just that Park Da-hye was acting as Choi Sung-soo's older sister.

Choi Sung-soo was weak and timid. Of course I didn't blame it, but it was a little too much to put on the field. He wanted to work in the office because he knew it, and I assigned him to help Kim Bok-ja. Soon after, Choi followed her grandmother to receive training on radio and guidance from Kim Hye-jung.

After 3 p.m., everything began to get back in place. The mission suits for tomorrow arrived one after another, and old but still usable personal cabinets were installed. And crucially, the guns that arrived by people with silver-rimmed glasses arrived.

Twenty rifles and five pistols. The rifle was a gun that anyone in the Korean military would know, and the pistols were mixed from what I knew to what I didn't know. And there were plenty of ammunition, whether it was to be used freely.

The old man, who was moving bullets to a safe cell, grumbled, "Why are you giving me so much that I can't even shoot," but I felt strangely reassured when I saw the piles of bullets. We finished organizing and sat on a plate in one seat, eagerly checking our guns with the old man. At that moment, however, the noise of Teolbo's noisy work stopped and a very happy voice stopped us.

"Mr. Dong-yoon! Old man!"

Boom, boom, boom.

An equipment-like furlough was running here with a innocent smile. Did I finish what I made since yesterday? But there was nothing special in my hand except for the long cylindrical iron. But the old man sprang up with a look of dismay and stammered violently and walked toward Teolbo.

'Seo, you can't... ..Is that it?

That? What's that? I got up from my seat following the old man and the furlough in front of me smiled silently and gave us the stuff he had made. It was made of a slightly larger iron pipe and was made in cylindrical form, which was about twice the length of the index finger. It looked lighter than I thought for iron.

I looked at it for a long time and pondered what it was. And there was one thing that passed through my head, and as soon as I thought of it, my reason stopped the idea. No way? Is that possible? I managed to open my mouth tightly just in case.

'......noise machine.'

The old man quickly snatched the silencer from the palm of his furlough. Then, he moved his fingers frantically to look at the exterior and interior, and soon speaks admiringly.

'It's not an idiot. It's right down to the bulkhead.’

Copying the appearance as it is does not make a perfect silencer. In fact, if you look at the cross-sectional view of the properly made silencer, there are dense bulkheads that prevent the spread of sound like bowel wrinkles. And they had to have the direction and precise balance of the bullet, and the reliability of not falling into shock. The old man hurriedly brings a rifle and tries to mount a silencer.

It fits perfectly. No matter how hard you try to shake it with your hands, you can't miss it unless it's the right way to dismantle it. The extension of the gun stretched out beautifully and straight, like an artistic curve. The gun began to display its prowess in a long time. I swallowed my saliva and the old man swallowed my saliva.

'I'm done, Teolbo.’

The old man said so, snatched Teolbo's hand and soon shook it violently. Of course, I nodded, praising Teolbo generously. No matter how hard Eden was, it was true that the machinery was weak compared to the world before the end of the world. However, despite such a poor environment, the woolly cloth eventually completed the silencer by hand.

You know it's different from the movie, right?’

Teolbo smiled awkwardly and warned us. A silencer was only responsible for lowering the gun sound from 100 to 110 dB to 85 to 95 dB. Literally, the sound of a silencer in movies is impossible unless the sights are very small or subsonic.

But the important thing was the extent of the echo. If a gun is fired from a city, a deafening roar will resonate throughout the city. The sound was like a death knock that brought them in and was one of the reasons why they couldn't shoot.

But if you wear a silencer, the story is different. Although the noise did not completely disappear, the role of a suppressor was sufficiently possible to prevent the sound of gunfire from reverberating. Of course, it should not have been abused, but if used in combination with crossbow, our range of activities against vagrants could have been greatly expanded.

The production speed was slow because they were hand-made one by one. However, as I and the elderly had one silencer each to use, it was possible to be used for the next mission. We treasured the silencer made by Teolbo and began to inspect the gun again.

I felt reassured when only one more silencer was added. At six o'clock, I am going to finish a solid meal with my party and go back to my accommodation early. I'm going to be busy from tomorrow, but if I work overtime again today, Chae-yeon might be upset all day.

Everyone laughed and chatted and showed no sign of care, but I began to see a little light tension in my eyes. Is it because of tomorrow's first mission? Everyone is stiff. I'm going to take an early day off today to manage my condition and boost my morale.

* * *

The night passed in a flash. Grandmother Kim Bok-ja and two students fell asleep in the same accommodation as us, and woke up early in the morning when the sun was not up and hurriedly ate breakfast prepared yesterday. Everyone looked nervous, but they weren't scared from the start.

After I finished eating, I briefly went into the room where the children were asleep. Then I saw Chae-yeon swimming in dreamland and raised her disheveled blanket down to her neck. I prayed quietly to God who I don't know so that I can come back safely and meet Chae-yeon.

Everyone was asleep except for the departing personnel, but only Kang Su-ryeon woke up and saw us off. We couldn't even whisper for fear that the children would wake up, but we looked at each other silently and confirmed the bond. Kang Soo-ryeon opened her arms slightly, so I hugged her with a familiar gesture. I don't know when, but strangely, I got used to hugging.

Five minutes to stand by in front of the front door. Dawn leaks through the door. We opened the front door with that signal, and soon we started moving in a line. The destination is Eden's main gate, and all equipment and weapons are pre-packaged yesterday, so the daily routine begins as soon as you start.

As soon as the sun rose, Eden began to turn busily. Those on their way to work busily passed by us and the guards who lost their guns also began to move for the shift. Moving across the middle of it, we were like people from different places.

Every time they move, the gun and cross bow hang and make a limping noise. The noise naturally drew attention and each busy-moving person stopped and looked at us.

Yongpal looked around for a long time when he was amazed by the reactions of such people, and soon changed his expression solemnly and tried to maintain the best angle possible. But the angle soon collapsed and the dragon's head dropped forward with a thud. The old man, who slapped Yong-pal on the back of his head, had been smiling gladly since morning.

Grandmother Kim Bok-ja and student Choi Sung-soo separated from us and headed to the office in the middle. Having been taught how to use and familiarize with radio yesterday, the only thing left was experience. I hurried towards the front door, stroking the radio in my arms.

The sun rose completely to the morning and the heavy front door appeared. The search team disappeared and the combat team was deprived of the right to go outside. We are the only ones who can literally go outside. I straightened my back and walked toward an empty open space.

The guards glared at us but never made eye contact. An old man with his eyes glistening fiercely and holding a gun, what kind of madman would argue? I stroked the silencer I had installed yesterday and pulled out the radio in my arms. And at that moment, the noise began to come and soon the voice of Choi Sung-soo came.

[Listen, can you hear me?]]

Why are you so nervous? I tried to tie it well, but Park Da-hye, who was behind me, screamed.

"Choi Sung-soo, you idiot! Don't tremble!'

[하지만....... 으윽...….]

I was told to radio with me, but they're talking. I sighed deeply and slowly reduced the sound coming from the radio. Then, Choi's voice slowly disappeared and Kim Bok-ja's voice was heard, which made her feel at ease.

[Sorry, bachelor. Are you at the front door now?]

'Yes, Grandma. I'll keep you on your way, so don't miss it.'

[Don't worry.]

At the end of the radio, I poked a radio into my pocket and walked to the door and looked at a guard above the guard tower. Your face is familiar. Was it the guy who didn't open the door last time? The guard tried not to make eye contact with me, as if he had managed to avoid disciplinary action. It looked like ten thousand tails, so I just waved my hand and told him to open the door quickly.

I don't even need a favor anymore. We could get in and out of Eden whenever we wanted. Soon the front door opened with a heavy sound and we huddled together in the promised position and got out of the front door. As soon as I passed the main gate, I felt the air changed. Heavy tension envelopes my whole body and a damp chill passes through my nose.

Familiar.

* * *

Me and the old man picked up a gun and a crossbow with a silencer. It was heavy, but I guess I gained a lot of stamina, so I couldn't help walking. And the Yong-pal brothers were holding a crossbow that they had practiced hard since yesterday, while Detective Kim Hye-jung and Kang were holding a rifle equipped with only a bayonet without bullets.

One was a military pen and the other was an incumbent detective, but such specs had nothing to do with the end of the world. After about a week on the mission, judging that there was nothing wrong, he intends to pay the crossbow or rifle bullets.

And our new youngest, Park Da-hye, was following us with a look of discontent. The weapons she was given to her were no other than the Great Sword, with a bag of food and equipment on her back instead of a crossbow and a gun.

Not giving her a weapon was a unanimous decision by all personnel. In the face of a fierce battle with the end-of-life, there was at least guilt for our party. Do we have to make this kid fight? Such an idea prevented the payment of weapons.

No matter how much she learned Jiu-Jitsu and had basic physical strength, she was still mentally immature. It wasn't about ignoring her, it was about panic and sudden behavior. Of course, he looked very dissatisfied, but.........it wasn't. Still, the old man said he would teach him cross bow shooting and bayonet later, and his expression was much better.

As the main gate slowly moved away, the new arrivals began to breathe hard. He looked fine when he started, but when he was actually in the field, tension and fear seemed to be gathering. The Yongpal brothers took care of each of those people, and we entered the alley where we aimed.

We had to find and explore the traces of the vagabonds, but that wasn't today's goal. Having been around for a week or so, we were going to show them how to avoid them and how to fight them.

Just as iron becomes stronger as it quenches, it adapts the mind and body to fear. Although it would be hard and arduous training, he had to be prepared for it as long as he was in the tramp team. I let out a puff of breath that marked the beginning of everything and it dispersed into the sky like cigarette smoke.

Yongpal asks Park Da-hye from behind.

'Are you nervous?

Park Da-hye answered sharply.

Shh, shut up!

His voice was shaking and watery, so he seemed very scared. The soggy, sticky air, the fear of the gray jungle is unbearable even for an adult man, but will she, who is just a sophomore in high school, be cheesy? But Yong-pal gently tailed her as if not to worry.

'Don't worry.'

Park only bit her lips without saying anything. We were the only allies here. Although we did not share blood, the bond that grows beyond adversity and hardship makes us brothers. And so will she, standing in front of that starting line.

Don't worry about it.

I recited slowly towards me and everyone.