I'm still alive

As soon as I lowered the crossbow, I could feel the old man's hand holding his shoulder. I nodded quickly, hiding the fleeting lingering imagery in my heart. Then he left the burning hell behind and ran straight ahead and kicked the door open by the Yong-pal brothers groaning.

With a rattling sound, the lock broke completely, and the door opened powerlessly. We stormed out of the door, not to mention anyone first, and soon had no choice but to close our eyes tightly because of the sunlight that blurred our vision like a flare. After a while, I began to see outside the dizzy mart through the thin open snow.

The war was at the end. The fight between the vagrants and Eden's fighting group was marred by their mid-range break-in, and now the situation was ending early due to the early retreat of the fighting group. Both are minor damages, and the vagrants' decision-making victory that seems natural. As expected, Kim Yun-sik had no intention of fighting to the end, and had long since disappeared from view.

Angered by his cowardice and cowardly character, he sent thanks to the order that had led Eden's people to retreat earlier. Unintentional situation, and Kim Yun-sik's stupid behavior. The two met like cogwheels and the operation to turn the tide back passed by. Starting with my little winging, the snowball will begin to grow like a storm.

'I'm going to cross the street between the vagrants.’

I told the group that I felt hopeless because of the enemy back and forth. Then Kim Hye-jung swallowed her saliva with a frightened face, and Yong-pal looked at me with a pale face. The old man glanced at the strains running through the fire to see what he thought was so, and just searched the Supreme Prosecutors' Office without a word. And the old man spoke to the party instead of me, posing to run out.

'Don't hesitate. There must be a way to live.’

That's right, for some, this might be a dead line. But I found one way we could live through that diagonal line. I have to see a path that no one else can see. If that's the way to save the party, and to live for myself, I'm bound to......... no matter what.

I'm in the lead. I always stand in front of the party and block the wind. And I had to go forward without hesitation, riding on the tailwinds blowing from behind me. I ran out of the front door of the mart as I searched the bayonet, and I heard the sound of my party running behind me. Soon after, my heart bounces like crazy.

After a long fight, the vagrants, filled with excitement, were embarrassed to see us pop out of nowhere. But the place where we got out was their home, and black smoke was rising from the supermarket, so unless we were idiots, we could see that we were their enemies. Immediately they turned to us, grimly frowning.

But it didn't take that long for the frown to turn into consternation. Because, exactly 10 seconds after we ran out, the demons who escaped from hell began to scream.

The front door of the mart was so easily smashed that from the window that occupied the outer wall of the mart, a bunch of spider-like mutants began to crawl out. Of course, there seemed to be a number of variants that had yet to escape because of the floating sun, but the risk was nothing for murder machines that killed the herd in an instant with just one thing. I swallowed my saliva and didn't stop walking fast.

"Side!!'

When I entered the ground parking lot and had about 50 meters of distance left from the vagrants, I quickly turned around shouting to the party. Then the party followed me without a hitch as if they had become one with me. Less than 30 seconds later, the strains crawling out of the large mart began to storm the vagrants. I didn't miss the moment and quickly got out of the area.

The sudden operation to use vagrants as bait was exactly right. Those who were just born as mutants and longed for human flesh began to aim for easy prey in front of them rather than for us who were shooting. Screams of human suffering came from the gruesome sounds of flesh being torn from place to place, and the vagrants, who were in a dense formation, began to collapse in a moment.

We, who hold guns, are also barely dealing with them. No matter how many vagabonds there are, they have posed no threat to those with monster physical abilities. We slowly hid ourselves by the side of the car and began to run around the hell where hunting began.

We've got one!’

The old man, who was in charge of the rear of the party, While a number of strains aimed for vagrants, there were still strains that kept their eyes on us. Looking back, at about 80 meters, the first male variant to see was running like crazy toward this side.

The male strain's limbs were unexpectedly fine, and his face was also fine except for gray skin. However, the long tongue was never normal. The tongue was pulled out to the end of its roots as if it had been hanged, and black liquid was flowing down in between.

Do you have any ammunition left?’

I rushed back and shouted urgently, but the whole party shook their pale faces. He probably consumed all the last ammunition and bolts when he left the large market. I began to bite my lips and think of a way to deal with that narrower mutant.

No bullets, no bolts. Should we try a close-up game? No, looking at the vagrants who were being slaughtered in the distance, the thought of fighting him naked quickly disappeared. If you run away like this, you will be caught no matter what. I had to find a way!

As the gap narrowed, Yong-pal, who was running in front of him, rushed to call me. Yong-pal's hand held a radio he had brought, where a voice that he did not know rang out constantly with the noise.

Yongpal tried to explain what was happening by breathing heavily, but he couldn't understand what he was saying because he was about to die. Once I reached out my hand and snatched the radio from Yongpal.

The cold wind blowing hit me in the face, and on the walkie-talkie came a calm voice that didn't match this situation. The heavy middle-aged man's voice, coupled with his fast-changing vision, made my mind nervous. I picked up the radio and listened.

[Young man, have we passed 43 now?]

I've never heard of that voice. How did you know about our radio channel? And 43 roads?

I unconsciously looked up and began to look for signs around me, and I could find a sign next to a street tree. Route 43 to **. Just one block past the man's words and you'll pass 43 roads. I stole the rain-like sweat and exhaled hard to answer correctly, but the completely exhausted lungs did not even give up the little crevice.

Hoo-wook, hoo-wook. There was constant breath coming out of his mouth, and from the other side who had not heard the answer, the voice of the smiling man was heard again.

[You'll see a fork in the road as soon as you get past 43. Turn left there.]

It was a perfect notification without much explanation. Who the hell are you? The words shot up to the throat, but what was more urgent than what he said to his opponent was a handful of oxygen that was constantly exhaling and swallowing. I had no choice but to put down the radio in the end because of my body's constant longing for breath.

He's 50 meters away, and no matter how fast you run, you'll be caught by that fellow who's following you at a terrible speed. The party also began to slow down, as if the limits had now begun to reach, and their faces were pale and on the verge of collapse. I clenched my teeth in a harsh breath.

There is no breakthrough. So far, the ability to overcome the crisis has been limited. I quickly acknowledged my limitations and began to think of a way to save my party as much as possible. unconsciousness caused by lack of oxygen in the brain I began to concentrate on a world where I could hear nothing as if I were drowning. At that moment my body had already escaped 43 and began to run toward the left fork.

a conscious decision I began to run endlessly in the direction of my instinct and body. Nothing could tell who the man was and what the choices I made would produce. However, my strong desire to survive and my wish to get through the day safely only led my body.

Crossing the crossroads, I could see a dense barricade blocking the middle of the road, far away. The barricades, which cut and connected street trees and put barbed wire on top of them, seemed so solid that not only humans but also those strains that followed us.

At that moment I heard a man's roar from a tall building that looked above me.

It's coming!

It's like running in space. The view became narrow, and the buildings that existed by the side of the road were not visible. In my eyes I could only see the way I had to run, and in my ears I could only hear the breath of the party and the harsh sound of the heart. Looking straight ahead, I could see people waving their hands at us next to the barricade.

The people were shouting incessantly. What's he saying? Let's see the shape of the mouth first. Oh, they were shouting for us to come in quickly. I turned towards it as if I were being sucked into a drain, and led the company's breathing and footsteps. I knew instinctively. That's where we end up.

The barricade was opened for us. I only ran a distance less than 100 meters, and that short moment felt like a time of a hundred million. I passed through the barricades and quickly turned back and began counting the number of people coming in. Soon after, the moment all the parties realized they had passed safely, they took their last breath and sank into their seats.

And behind me came the voice of a middle-aged man heard on the radio.

"Clean up all the scraps from the sound.’

Starting with the order, radios began to make noise from all sides. And the mutant, who was running over the barricade, twisted his body around whether he had suddenly begun to get excited by the large crowd, and soon began to run madly towards this side. At that moment, however, a firebomb from above the building fell beneath his feet, creating a fiery blaze.

Bug! Bug!

He tried to run away from the flames, twisting his whole body like a frog being built in a fire. But those who waited for him to come in here quickly pulled barricades and blocked the rear of his escape, and firebombs began to be thrown constantly above the tall buildings.

The hunted man began to go mad. But each time, the prepared men held weapons and skillfully blocked him from approaching them, leaving him with a steady wound as if hunting a mammoth. Although there were no fatal strikers, he was not able to properly cheer up, perhaps because of constant attacks from all sides. The old man, who was breathing hard beside me, murmured.

'Skilled. That's not a skill I've done once or twice.’

Right, I was actually receiving help and safe protection, but I didn't know who they were yet. But the variant hunting they carried out was as skillful and systematic as we were, or perhaps even more than us. And at that moment a middle-aged man who was giving orders from one side came to us, taking off his sunglasses.

Looking at his sunglasses reminded me of Kim Yun-sik, who ran away to the ground. But unlike the one the cripple wears on the outside, the sunglasses he wears exuded the image of an experienced veteran. He took off his sunglasses and stroked his beard quietly.

'Because he's been asking so much, we haven't met, have we?’

Him? Who is he? Unlike his wild image, a middle-aged man approached me in a friendly manner and reached out his hand to me sitting down. But I couldn't grab this hand until I knew who he was. When I looked around and looked out for myself, the middle-aged man said, scratching his cheek awkwardly.

I said it all on the radio. Didn't you hear that?'

Radio? I hurriedly looked around and called the dragon arm. Then Yong-pal, who was doing a strong vomit a little away from us, replied quietly with a hollow face.

The head of the group said he knew her, so...….’

I answered in a hollow voice.

'Why do you tell me that now...….’

Then Yong-pal screamed as if he was falsely accused.

'Oh, you couldn't answer because you were out of breath!’

I couldn't say anything because it was right.