I'm still alive

[Direction 1, clear.]

A cold wind grazed through the fingers. On the radio, Detective Kang's voice was heard, and the radio led the voices of Kim Hye-jung and Park Dae-bak, respectively. Receiving the radio, I gestured quietly to the old man and his brother Yong-pal. We exhaled hot breaths at the same time, like a resonating organism, and pushed open the iron door in front of us with all our might.

All the parties except us divide into teams and settle in every direction where the building is visible. And through the windows on the building, it will radio in real time about possible strains and our direction of travel. Also, if danger came to us while we were moving down the lower floors, we planned to cover the inside from outside.

When I opened the door, the interior of the building was very dark. Just as the whole situation was not good, the darkness-filled interior had reached us like a toxin. The old man and Yongpal hurriedly pulled out their flashlights and turned out the front, and were able to realize that we had entered the first floor.

From far away, I began to see faint light coming through the window. Is the window broken? The curtains covering the lights began to flutter in the wind, and the scene gave off a dreary atmosphere. Nothing is visible, nothing is audible. Before the storm, it was the word that best matched the present.

As I turned my eyes to the side, I saw school notices that had fallen off, and the pictures of the children believed to have been left behind after the end came into view. Soon after, the dense classroom doors began to be seen, with not a speck of light in them, like the mouth of a tiger made of fear. We calmly took the four-story schoolroom's destination, wary of all directions, and took steps toward the stairs.

There were windows with curtains, and windows without curtains. Perhaps it was set up like this to prevent the leaking light, but sometimes the broken windows and torn curtains gave us an idea of what strain had entered here. It's already cloudy. The cloudy weather made even the light that would help us dim, and the flashlight before our eyes is frantic.

The old man and the Yongpal brothers say nothing. Our experience and repeated training have made us perfectly adapt to this situation. Focuses everything on sight and hearing, and even reacts minutely to the atmosphere of the air that licks the skin. From the other side of the corridor came the dripping sound of water, and the cold sound of wind grazed through the eardrum. Knock, knock, knock. With the sound of the water dripping, I could feel my heart beating slowly, too.

Chick, the radio is ringing.

[Did you get in?] First, all windows are clear. But when you arrive at the 4th floor teacher's office, you can't see it from here, so be careful.]

I replaced the answer by reducing the volume. The faint radio noise echoes slowly towards all directions. We looked at the dark second-floor end for a moment, climbed the stairs, and stepped toward the third and fourth floors. As we went up the floor, the curtains blocking the sunlight became thicker, and the number of broken windows was increasing.

Whoo....... ...as the strong wind brushed through the broken windows, I hear the sound of the wind like a woman's cry. Yongpal gulped down his saliva and seized the gun, and the old man hardened his expression and hurriedly beckoned toward the four-story stairway to which we would go up. There should be no delay.

Blow, thump, thump. With the sound of us stepping on the floor, we rely on a flashlight to dig in between. The few four-story staircase was like a one-way of hell climbing through the invisible darkness. But no one was scared or ran away. A familiar feeling, a colleague next to me leads my feet. Maybe everyone feels the same way.

I opened up the map and checked the location of the teachers' room where we had to go. Survivors here continued to hide in and out, avoiding attacks from strains. Then he finally hid in the most corner of the school, which was the teachers' room on the fourth floor. The innermost part of the square-shaped school building was the rearmost place that could not be seen from the outside.

If there is an urgent moment, there will be no time to open the map. I had a flashlight on the map for a while and crumpled the complex-looking geography into my head in a moment. You don't have to try, you have to memorize it to live. That compulsion whips my brain and pulls it tight. I crumpled all the memorized geography into my head and crumpled the map into my pocket.

'Ready.'

From now on, we can't expect information or cover what we have to prepare for in front of us. I gave the group last time to prepare their equipment and minds behind me. We have to head to the teachers' room across the hall that has been dimmed by darkness in the distance. The distance is only 80 meters. But we didn't even know we had to risk our lives on that street. I moved the controls to release the lock, exhale and flexed my muscles.

When I ran out, the party followed me without saying who was first. The calm footstep has now turned into an urgent run and began to ring loudly in the corridor. The foggy darkness stifled me, and these vivid darkness and hazy lights made me fall into the illusion of being in the water. In front of my eyes, the flashlight flashes incessantly, and the scenery it lights up squeezes me like a broken frame. Oh, it's suffocating.

Class 4, Class 3, Class 2! The old man lifted the flashlight and showed the tickets on each classroom door. The walls, which seemed and disappeared for a moment like trains passing through the underground passageway, amplified our fears and impatience. The hot breath coming from the rough breath and the cold sweat flowing down from the skin were stuck at the end of my heart for a moment and began to scratch my nerves. By the time I got to the center of the hall like that, I felt goose bumps all over me. The radio began to sound frantically, as the waves surged up.

[First floor! Something's going up from the first floor!!!] It's too fast! It's not a person!]

It was the voice of Kim Hye-jung, who was looking in the direction of No. 2. At first, he calmly reported the situation, and at the end, he screamed like a scream, signaling the emergence of the strain. He must have noticed our existence by the sound of him jumping. The joy of coming into the trap and the joy of killing us began to throb all over my skin.

'Excuse me!

The old man stretched out the flashlight there, pointing to the schoolroom about 40 meters away. Did he say his location was on the first floor? Given the formidable speed of the strains, neither was it so far away. We have to save the survivors, bring them down to the first floor. 그렇다면 결국 변종과 한 번 더 충돌해야 할지도 모른다는 생각이 머리를 스치고 지나갔다. 정신에는 노이즈가 끼었고, 무전기에는 잡음과 함께 또다시 김혜정의 목소리가 울려 퍼졌다.

[사라졌어요! 동윤 씨, 놈이 사라졌다고!]

사라졌다고? 창문에서 관측되어야 할 놈이 도대체 어디로? 난 교무실까지 10m를 남겨두고 자리에 멈춰 섰다. 일행들은 달리는 관성에 이기지 못하며 나를 지나쳐서 갔고, 나는 이상하게도 심장이 느리게 뛰고 있음을 알게 되었다. 무의식적으로 고개를 돌려 우리가 올라온 계단을 살펴보았다. 놈이 사라졌다면 빠른 속도로 이곳까지 올라온 것일까?

하지만 계단에는 펄럭이는 커튼과 옅은 빛밖에 보이지 않았다. 복도 끝에서 시작한 바람은 나를 스치고 지나갔고, 꼭 열차가 창문 밖을 지나간 것처럼 창가에 붙어 있는 모든 커튼들이 일렁이기 시작했다. 다시 앞을 바라보자 흩날리는 커튼 사이로 학교 밖의 풍경이 시야에 들어온다. 흐릿한 날씨, 다시 내리기 시작한 싸라기눈은 위험을 알리는 신호탄이었다.

A hairy strain hung like a spider in front of the window with curtains fluttering.

Why did I think he would only come to the stairs? They're mutants. They could climb anywhere and attack us anywhere. Looking at me with his face on the window, he was rolling his eyes disgustedly as if he were looking at a small creature trapped in a zoo.

No, I didn't roll my eyes. Because he didn't have eyes.

Aihi. Ahiihii. Ah-hi.

It was a cry that I heard hundreds of times. He was crying sadly, and his face was smiling happily. The head became scattered and shook in the wind, and the torn mouth tangled with the dirty tongue, dripping a murky liquid. The guy who tried to hunt us, and ended up losing his life to the hounds. It was not just one being but a new piece of paper. I instinctively pulled the gun in front of the guy I was facing again.

Stomping!

As soon as I fire a gun, a bright light comes out of the gun. He frowned and disappeared from sight for a moment, and the window through which the bullet went through it broke badly and fell to the floor. There was not a single shot in the shot. In the empty space that disappeared at a formidable speed, sargass eyes only flowed in the biting wind. I felt like I was running out of time. I finally yelled at the party after they had finished understanding the situation.

Go to the teachers' office!

I kicked my foot and started running. A torrent of fear pushed me back as if I were drowning, but I shook my hand desperately before the resistance. Kick the dragon's arm, which draws the gun at the window, and push it forward. We have to get into the teachers' room. Never, never stick by the window. One step, two steps, three steps, everything was overwhelming and hard.

Clink, clink!

At that moment a window in front of the old man smashed into the hall with a long arm. I ran quickly forward and grabbed the old man by the back of his neck, fell on the floor together and avoided the attack. Wherever his hands passed, the concrete walls began to scratch with the creepy pores. He put his hand in here as if to catch a worm and tried to catch us.

Stomping, romping!

But me and the old man were calm. He changed the control period to a series of strokes and pulled the trigger in the same posture as he fell. The lights from the gun went off like firecrackers, flashing, and the floor began to fall with a roar of shells. A bullet cuts through the skin and cuts off a bunch of muscles. He screams terrible and pulls his hand out in a hurry. We didn't miss the moment, and we began to floor, spitting out the concrete powder that went into our mouths.

I finally arrived in front of the teacher's office. I kicked the door of the teacher's office as I fell. It was a loud knock, but looking at the Yong-pal brothers fighting against him in front of him, I had no choice but to put in strength. As soon as I kicked the door, a loud scream came from inside the teachers' room. You're right here, we've finally made contact with the survivor.

'Open the door! I'm here to rescue you, so hurry up and open it!'

I cried bitterly in a completely rested voice. But at that moment, with the instinct that my body would be attacked, my nerves sounded alarm bells to turn their eyes quickly. My head turned automatically, and there was the left hand of the man flying towards the head of the dragon. It wasn't me, it was Yongpal. Can you avoid it? No, Doosik and Yongpal. And even the old man is looking at his right hand.

It's an attack on a perfect blind spot. It was as if the steel-like fingernails and arms were about to burst the head of a dragon's arm. Time passes slowly, and the heart rings like mad. I screamed and touched the floor, and threw the gun to the floor. If Yong-pal dies here, I will feel pain like my flesh is falling. I could never allow it.

It's an impossible distance. Yongpal dies here. Reason says so, but instinct rejects it. The body says it has reached its limit, but another body comforts me that it can. A lot of pain comes from all over the body. Reject the resistance that comes to me and tear down the limit that I can't. You can do me, I can do it. I, I'm sure I can.

The fingertips touched the body. I can see clearly the face of Yong-pal, who turns his eyes at me in the slow-moving time. The moment when Yong-pal, who felt breathing and scared, became a party of one, passed by, and with the sound of a crazy heart, I felt desperate. I'll never let you die.

Listening to my wind, my body overcame gravity for a moment, and jumped the impossible distance.

Push the dragon hard and fall on the floor. His hand brushed the dragon's head by a hair's breadth, scratching my left face. Blood bursts and the vision of the left eye disappears for a moment. But I took out shouting rather than screams, and a great sword before an instinctive cringe. The bayonet, which came out of my thigh vigorously, was stuck in his arm.

The moment I put the sword in, I had a hunch. It was a proper attack and it penetrated his skin and muscles completely. I never let go of the guy who was trying to pull his arm out with a force on his hand. He started a blistering flash in the face of a moment of pain, but he could never get his arm out. I tried desperately not to let go of him, holding on to the post, even though I was badly dragged toward him.

I could feel his embarrassment up to here. When his arm didn't fall out, he shrieked his body into the window with a painful scream. And with a full distorted face, he expressed to me endless hatred with anger. I glared at him, feeling the heat running over my face.

'Here you are, you little brat.’

A familiar voice that had been waiting and waiting came from behind. I turned my eyes there, ignoring the dripping blood. There the old man, who had been loaded, was standing by the dog's head plate and aimed at him. At the same time as I exhaled, the gun shot out fire.