I'm still alive

Clap, clap, tap. Starting with the old man's gunshot, some of the group members who were confident in shooting fired bullets at him. As if to show that he has endured a lot, the pent-up gunshot voice splashes his eardrum loudly, and he spits out rough graces on the red-blooded man. He is nimble and fast enough to be hard to keep eyes on. But it wasn't quick enough to avoid the net of bullets stretching out everywhere. Faster than him, a deadly mass of iron splashes the floor and the eyes frantically.

He belatedly noticed something strange. But the misjudgment left him missing a one-time chance to flee, and in return he had to receive numerous bullets in his torso before he ran away. A simple fatal blow like them will never kill you. He had to fire and tear until his body became a rag. The old man threw an empty cartridge into the air and inserted a second one. The mechanical movement was an attack that didn't even give him the chance to tease his foot.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

He makes a bad noise and twists and turns all over. The black liquid that flowed down from the body overshadowed the threatened protective color, and its appalling appearance only looked as fragile as a dying creature. Of course there was no sympathy, and I never let my guard down. Because his gray eyes were still looking at me.

He began his final outburst with a grotesque cry. No matter where he was pretending to be weak while twisting his whole body, his gray eyes glowed with blood. And he was forced to seek an empty flower net for re-arm. A leg flew away and a dirty gut flowed down from the torn ship, but he started running toward me scratching the floor as if he didn't care. I grab the great sword that drew my arm like an instinct.

'Damnever mind!

Detective Kang is rushing to reload with a scream. However, the group did not finish reloading quickly as they felt instinctive fear in front of the man who was running in a fierce spirit.

'Get out of the way.'

The old man who pushed Detective Kang aside took the position. The old man calmly inserted the ammunition dump, and pulled the trigger with a bob at his head. The head flew in half, and now even the hideous neck bones began to be seen. A stream of dirty brains and gutter-like thunderstorms, leaving only one gray eye egg. Nevertheless, he did not let go of his thirst for slaughter.

He was not the kind of person to describe with the word persistent, or persistent. The man who wanted slaughter almost fanatically was like a monk eaten in front of his perfect instinct. Why, why, why! Do they have such a will to kill in humans? I had my eyes full of the last look of a once human being. And she pushed forward, pushing Kim Hye-jung, who was struggling with missing a bullet in front of me.

The hand that holds the Great Sword begins to exert force, and once again the optic nerve flashes.

My heart beats. Unlike him, evidence that I'm alive pushed me, pulled me, and drove me constantly. My blood fluttered over in the rough waves, and the heart accepted the rough feelings without hesitation. My heart began to throb like crazy to the illusion that the train was passing by me. Du Kung, Du Kung, and I took a deep breath and said goodbye to the white nightmare.

Tack!

The old man had emptied out the remaining shells, and there was no firing of the party after them. Because, the old man calmly gave orders to stop shooting. Heads are all blown away, and the body is half gone. The place where he ran was full of flowing gut and torn flesh, and the arm that had only one left was scratching the floor in front of me. The guy with no vocal cords runs at a terrible speed and looks at me.

I just took the big sword down.

* * *

'I scratched you deeply, you idiot.

The old man kicked his tongue and tied the bandage tight. I met a threatening strain, but no one but me was injured. The wound on the arm was quite deep, but the group stayed in front of me for a while to catch the bleeding and to wrap the bandage meticulously. The scar is likely to come out clearly. However, it did not occur to me that I was able to catch the strain safely. I finally got up from my seat holding the old man's hand.

When he disappears, his eyes stop like a lie and there is no wind. The trees, which were waving branches to us to keep going, were quietly covering the sun as if they thought everything was over. I sang to the old man, wiping my hands with tension on the trouser.

'I've been teased.’

I had a hunch the moment I was aimed at him. There has been a reason why they haven't attacked us violently, and they knew that we were the destination. No, maybe he used the bait of a human being to dig a trap. Of course, I don't know if you have the intelligence to think and plan there, but now you have to count all the cases.

The old man spits on the floor as if he is in a dirty mood. And for a while I looked at the school building, which gave off a dark energy with keen eyes. Visual, auditory, olfactory. The sense of sensing all danger sometimes lies in fear and fear. And there was a separate sense of telling the truth only.

My nerves flinch and my skin stings. Something intangible stands in my way and my head rings a light alarm. I raised my head quietly, touching the stiffened arm muscles. Apparently that building was talking danger. And said Park Dae-bak, who jumped next to me at that moment.

'Captain, there's nothing around here for now.’

While I was being treated, Park Dae-bak led his group to scout around the forest. And contrary to expectations, they didn't find another strain or any sign of them. No matter how loud the silencer was, the sound was not completely concealed. Obviously the men around here should have come in at the sound, but now I didn't even feel that.

As expected, they did not seem to be able to enter the realm of variant species.

The whole party looks at me after finishing the maintenance of the weapon. It was like a silent demand to decide whether it was a continuation of the mission or retreat. I swallowed my saliva and began to worry for a while. Of course, it's not that I didn't expect a battle with the strains. But we should be the main agents of the hunt, not the ones who take the lead. I grabbed the radio and called the office.

'Is the radio still coming?'

The fact of the skirmish was even known by the office. Choi Sung-soo, who had been holding his breath for some time, breathed a sigh of relief at the sound that we were all safe.

[He's saying he heard the noise, too. Please save me. What should I say?]

'Ask if there's a monster in the building.’

Probably there is. However, the degree of danger will vary depending on whether the survivor inside the building knows or not. I crouched down slowly on the floor, holding onto a noisy radio for a while. Perhaps by then my head was thinking of a retreat.

[He says no...]...... I think he's out of his mind.]

'I'm retreating.'

I could make a firm decision the moment I received the radio. The survivor inside doesn't recognize him? Then that building is very dangerous. Furthermore, there was a risk of being stranded if you went indoors recklessly under the circumstances of any strain. I had no choice but to order a retreat for the safety of my party.

The old man nodded without any resistance, and the other party began to pack up their luggage with a grimly subdued look. Forgive up the rescue of those who might be in danger tonight, the guilt knocked on my chest, but I struggled to lock the door and promise tomorrow to make a perfect plan. No, I screamed at my trembling heart to wait for tomorrow. It has to be, it has to be.

I shouldn't be in conflict and hesitating. Even if it was the wrong choice, it could never stop. I took the guilt of the party instead and put another heavy burden on my shoulders. And he keeps his expressionless face and pretends to be indifferent. For today, I hide myself and bury my sorrow.

And another story came out of the radio.

[That... ...that there are so many kids...]...... he wants me to tell him to save the children...….]

The sender of the radio was sane, a clear human being.

A stone flies into the calm lake. The whole party stopped acting in response to the little radio, and me and the old man hardened in that posture. It's actually a great contradiction. They say we're exceptionally vulnerable to children, and we project our own precious teeth on young survivors, but......... it was just a very contradictory act of dividing the weight of life.

I know. And other parties are also awfully aware. Stupid, foolish, contradictory and perhaps evil. However, we were so small that we had no choice but to hide rationalization in our actions. The cold iron disappears, and the steel planted in the heart melts so hopelessly. The group's expression of "following orders" collapsed for a moment, and began to be smeared with grief.

Brother, brother....’

The first thing that called me was, of course, of course. Even though Yong-pal knew no, he closed his mouth instinctively, and lowered his eyes without even seeing me. I raised my head again in my iron-flavored mouth. And I began to look over the party staring at me.

Park Da-hye and Kim Hye-jung, who are looking at me with desperate eyes, and detective Kang and Doo-sik bowing their heads with their stiff faces. Even the old man, who has always been cool-headed, looks at the distant mountain and takes a lonely backstabbing. I knew how the party felt about not being able to ask me a favor. The risk of life was a heavy burden that required a price.

Park Dae-bak said in front of us who are worried.

'Superman's here.’

It was an obvious mockery of the white ink that fell on the black drawing paper. But unlike the cold vitriol, his expression seemed so gentle and peaceful. He must have said this the first day he met me. I thought something like Superman was gone, and I'm really grateful for saving people. The horse, mixed with the wind blowing, scatters in memory.

Groups around Park Dae-bak take care of their weapons and equipment and give silly jokes. It's because of that boring joke. The atmosphere is slowly starting to thaw, and the party moves silently like the players who are preparing to run. The firm eyes and the act of waiting for my instructions......... Strangely it was like a co-ordination to relieve the load on my shoulders.

He was not a hero, so he was not noble. It was so contradictory that it was not honorable. In a world stained with pitch black, little flames were no longer burning. If there is no meaning and no respect, is the clapping emptiness just a footstool in it? Is what we do really meaningful? But no one answered the question.

Justice was not established, and justice was meaningless.

It was just because we lived today.

* * *

It was the first time that an old man had not expressed his opinion. I looked at his expression for a while, wondering if he was angry, but there was no sign of anger or displeasure on the old man's face. The old man just kept his expressionless face and changed the blade of the Great Sword instead of me. I said I would, but the old man shook his head in silence and for a while a familiar silence was maintained.

We took a 10-minute break and talked in detail with the survivor over the radio. Now that he had decided to rescue him, he had to obtain proper topographical information, not guesses. I began to think of a route to save the children and survivors, drawing an internal map of the school on blank paper.

Only a few people including me will be in the school. At first, the group, which was not included, protested, but I nailed it as a decision unless it was the most hand-in-hand and the firing line overlapped. Me and the old man, and the Yongpal brothers. The first member to come out of hell has come together again. Teamwork will be a pain in the mouth to speak, and dealing with mutants with guns will be enough guns.

And the rest of the group grouped four people into teams. Such divided teams will cover us outside the building. Now that the route is set only by the corridor with the windows attached, it would be appropriate for the party watching from outside to cover all the windows rather than us with limited visibility.

I breathed heavily and quietly lifted the gun.