I'm still alive

On the way home, the sun rose into the sky, unnoticed by a bright light. I left the year behind and walked slowly, shoulder to shoulder with the old man. I put my hand in my pocket, feeling the cold and trembling that was coming. Then he let out his breath through his small open mouth.

The weather is cold. I asked the silver-rimmed glasses that were walking ahead.

What's on the list?’

No one was as vicious as her who was executed, but there were quite a few criminals who cooperated or engaged in trafficking with vagabonds. Are they all put to death? Upon hearing my question, Eun-te's glasses said, silently walking forward without looking back at us.

'I'm going to banish you naked, including your family.’

In fact, it was a death sentence that borrowed the hands of the end. This punishment would be a atonement for the victims who were sold to vagrants and died. The crying group leader passed by in front of me. I gave him my heartfelt consolation for making a strong decision.

I'm going to spend today doing maintenance instead of going on a mission. There was also a need to discuss all-out war with the vagabonds, and to examine the status of Park Da-hye and Kim Hye-jung. We parted halfway with the silver-rimmed glasses and shifted our steps toward the accommodation.

'Daddy!'

Oh, it's time to go to school. Did Kang Soo-ryeon buy it for you? Chae-yeon, wearing pretty teddy bear shoes, ran towards this side. The pain and patience I have been through have disappeared like a lie, and the empty space has begun to be filled with happiness. I leaned slowly, with my arms wide open.

Then Chae-yeon swipes and blows herself up and hugs my neck. It was quite heavy whether I gained more weight in that short time. I lifted up the slowly growing child, rubbing her red cheeks like a peach, standing like that for a long time. Afterwards, the children who had finished preparing for school rushed out.

Hello! The children smile brightly and bow down when they find me and the old man. How polite and polite the old man's face was full of laughter. The old man, who smiled as if he were looking at his grandchildren, eventually sent his children to school, giving them food stamps like pocket money.

When I opened the door to my quarters, all the office workers did not see if they had come to work. However, Kang Soo-ryeon was the only one left in the kitchen to prepare food for us, and there was a pile of items next to the desk that he didn't know what it was. What is this? I went into the kitchen and looked through the items, and they were the ingredients that were sold on the market.

What is this? Did you shop for groceries?

The head of the group is responsible for sending us food ingredients. So I've never seen a pile of ingredients piled up because only enough food was delivered for a day. This amount will last a month without rationing. Where the hell did you get this from? Kang Soo-ryeon said to me, wiping her hands on the apron.

'Oh, wasn't that what Dong-yoon ordered? People have been bringing it since this morning...….’

My hand stopped touching the ingredients. And I asked Kang Soo-ryeon.

How many? Did you say anything else?’

Then, Kang Soo-ryeon carefully closes her eyes to see if she is calculating. Then, wriggling his fingers for a long time, he thought about it, and then soon replied with a bright smile.

About 50 people? I thought you ordered it, so I just picked it up. Strangely, they said thank you.’

There is no way to say thank you from the standpoint of delivery. I touched the ingredients and quietly let go. He shook his head to Kang Soo-ryeon, who looked at him with a face, "What's wrong with me?" and sat on a chair for a meal. Rice, warm soup, and plain side dishes came out, but my heart was in vain.

'Careful and chewy.’

The old man picked up the soup bowl and drank it all the way and said to me, I had no choice but to nod my head at the remark, and soon caught the spoon next to me by hand. The delicious soybean paste soup, with large piles of hay floating around, was spouting hot steam.

When you poke a spoon into the soup and take a big bite, the savory soup goes into the esophagus, and the cold body melts down. It was so dry that a sweet rain flowed through the open chest.

These are the ingredients that I would have kept dearly. The bereaved families, who wanted to thank me, brought hidden treasures and handed them over to me. The strange amount of guilt and gratitude that still exist are mixed into one place, making the mind muddy.

However, soybean paste soup was so delicious that I continued to eat silently to fill my stomach today.

The two of us haven't spoken for a while, and only Kang Soo-ryeon had a laugh in front of me.

* * *

We went to the hospital to find Kim Hye-jung and Park Da-hye. But the hospital room was empty, and Dr. Kim Chul informed me that the two had been discharged. Already? This early? Me and the old man stepped into the office, gazing awkwardly at the empty room. I don't know if I'm going back to the hotel to get some rest, but I was sad that I couldn't

When I opened the heavy office, the interior was filled with hot heat despite the weather. On one side, Teolbo was making something difficult, and in front of maps and radios, Kim Bok-ja and Choi Sung-soo were busy chatting and writing information.

And the Yongpal brothers were running in the spacious office like a playground, and Detective Kang was carrying a bucket of water and doing some weight training. Also, Kim Hye-jung and Park Da-hye, who thought they would be going back to their quarters and resting, were running hard behind the Yongpal brothers. After a while, Yong-pal found me and ran with a bright smile.

Brother! Have you eaten?’

'Oh? Uh.'

I had to answer briefly, swallowing my saliva. Looking at the office that is working properly as if something is at its right angle, I feel embarrassed. I didn't expect this to happen....... Now the party was moving actively like cogwheels moving in sync, and they trained themselves thinking about tomorrow. Turning his head, the old man smiled and said to Yong-pal.

'Continue what you've been doing.'

Yep!

Yong-pal laughed funnyly and started running again. Whether we were running even before we arrived, one side was full of water bottles, and everyone was sweating all over. But no one complained, no one frowned. Everyone was just conducting the training with a serious face.

What about Park Da-hye and Kim Hye-jung? I quickly turned my eyes and looked at the two running hard. Kim Hye-jung smiled and waved her hands as soon as her eyes met me as soon as she had overcome yesterday's events quickly, and Park Da-hye was running after her with the same tough look she used to be.

I was going to take long breaks, no matter how far I fell, and take care of my meal ticket every day. That's how much the past came to me with a great guilt, and made me feel sorry for them. But contrary to my expectations, the two were shaking off their trauma and training themselves for tomorrow. A nonchalant look embarrassed me as if nothing had happened.

'Don't make it obvious.

As I gazed at them, the old man poked me in the waist and whispered quietly. Reacting to the whisper, I quickly turned my head, and soon followed the old man, pretending to be indifferent. The person concerned actually shook off the pain, but the person around him shouldn't have made it obvious. I thanked the old man and whistled and took off my coat.

It was the warehouse where the old man took me, where clothes had not yet been unpacked. I heard that a lot of things have been delivered since yesterday, but the head of the group probably collected the necessary items for the activity. I touched the brand that I remember as a famous brand and opened the packaging of my sportswear.

The old man whistles quietly. You looked very happy, but I didn't say much either. All the clothes that arrived at the office with sportswear were of good quality. What the head of the organization cared about was such great luxuries that it could not have been bad for the old man and me.

I took off my thick active clothes on the spot, and soon I could see my bare skin in a long time. I breathed out deeply, sweeping down the wound that had not been seen. Then the old man, who had changed his clothes, snapped at my stomach and laughed.

'Huh? It's a six-pack, six-pack.'

He seemed to have seen me sighing while looking at the wound. I laughed bitterly at the old man who was joking around and praising me. The bruises, scars, and the whole body was torn and sewn. When did he get this scar? It was a month so intense that I couldn't remember.

I quickly changed my clothes to hide them. The smell of new clothes smelled like grass, and it was light enough to fly away because it was a comfortable outfit for the first time in a long time. I started stretching, looking at the old man who brought me here, and soon opened my mouth and asked.

Do you want to work out?’

The old man shakes his head with a straight face. He only acts weak with his back bent at times like this.

* * *

Return to the beginning. If human running in modern society was for simple health and hobbies, running in the past was the best means of living. The man who had to run away from the beast, and to be the beast, is now back to the beginning again.

You have to run to death to survive. At the end of the century, running was now an essential element. Exercise simply to build up physical strength is useless. I started a race to spit everything out and burn out.

The group made tracks in the spacious office with white tape, as if they were trying to exercise in earnest. The office, which is as spacious as a warehouse, had enough space to remind you of a gym, so you don't have to worry. I began to sweat, running frantically on the track.

There was no such thing as pacemaker. It wasn't a run that caught up with someone and aimed for first place. Behind me will be the ones who are faster than me, and all the obstacles ahead will stop me. My determination to burn all the fuel was clinging to my leg.

The rest of the group, who were exercising, fell off in the middle, and I've been running this sprint for half an hour. My lungs go back and forth between breathing and apnea. The breathing techniques I learned in school have long since disappeared, and my nose and mouth just constantly flutters for oxygen.

The new sportswear had long turned into sweaty clothes. Also, the long-grown hair was soaked with sweat. I fell to my seat, wiping sweat off my sleeves. The legs were shaking, and the arms shudder and shudder at the limit.

Rather than working out, I just remembered a desperate relief that I might be able to take another step to avoid them. I unconsciously licked the dripping sweat and gulped down the water. After a while the old man's voice came from over there.

'You have to run like that crazy person to live. Okay?'

As I turned my head, the party was floundering on the floor and watching me run. Only a soft old man was sitting on his desk pointing at me. It was a bit annoying, so I threw my eyes and shook my head. Then I checked my watch and it was already time to eat.

The party, who consumed what was in their stomachs clean, ate like crazy. In particular, the influxes, who were exhausted, had to take orders from the elderly to take out cans of chicken breast one by one. Seeing that Doo-sik was especially teary, it was probably not given to him by the old man. I watched Doosik's wriggling muscles and put half of the chicken breast on my rice.

The end of the meal did not change our routine. Once again, the movement to empty the stomach began, and the group began to hear the sound of grain. But I couldn't participate in the movement, and I had to head to Teolbo's workshop, led by an old man. He seemed to have something to say.

"Furbo, are you done?’

The old man removes the partition and asks for the furlough. Then Teolbo lifted up his work goggles and shook off his sweaty beard, and soon began to rummage through his work pockets. And what came out of there was a pointed awl that I had once seen.

The old man accepted it and gave it a sharp look.

'That's the way it is.'

Ping! With a sound, the awl spreads its wings. It was a furlough trap tool that demonically bit the strain from the rooftop of the mart. Teolbo had a lot of spikes stacked on one side to see if we had been working out steadily. The old man lifted it up and said to me,

Do you know why animals can't talk?’

It was such a random question. As I shook my head, the old man said with a sharp smile.

'Cause if I had known how to talk, I'd be damned.’

Ping! Ping! Ping! The trap spikes begin to spread their wings. The wings were like the devil's teeth, which would rip off flesh and spill blood. The old man whispered, sweeping it down with his finger.

'We're not fighting, we're hunting from now on.’

a tramp hunt

I recorded the word.