I'm still alive

Time went by so quickly that someone was pushing the needle hard. During the day, he continued his training that drove his body to the limit, and at night he spent the day checking equipment in front of candles. The left eye was getting better, but in that short time it was too much to be declared completely cured. I had to adapt myself to seeing the world with one eye.

At first, I felt a lot of sense of deja vu and foreign body. But as time went by, the narrower vision began to get used to and became unconscious of the left eye itself. Should I say that I've adapted to change? The discomfort has disappeared, and normal daily life has become possible as usual. By the time I had been praised dozens of times by Kim Chul and the old man for being adaptable, I could be guided by Detective Kang.

I couldn't say it was perfect, but I could say I did my best. The party silently followed my stubbornness not to cause a single casualty, and endured the hard and arduous training. The teamwork that endured the pain was becoming as solid as the pottery kept in the fire. When one organism is born that draws such a beautiful curve, we think together and begin to act together.

More, more, more! Another blister is caught on top of the blister on the finger, and blood leaks out through the gin. Muscles scream and repeat to disappear from my body and appear. A scream like a scream comes from the mouth. The heart says it's a limit, but I didn't stop running. Painful, painful, and bleeding through the wound again. However, patience and obsession clog the wound and whip themselves.

I'm not almighty, I'm not perfect. I have to be ready to throw myself into the tide at any time, unable to know when the waves are coming. I know my limitations. I also know that everything doesn't go my way. That's why I have to build up the preparations step by step like bricks.

One more! One more! My head was occupied by a counter-down running like an obsessive-compulsive patient. Yong-pal rolled the room next to me and shouted, "Cheer up," and the eyes of the office suddenly swarmed this way. My muscles become stiff, complaining of pain. My head begged me to let go, but I ate at the thought of giving up.

A cry of pain burst out of the mouth, and muscles reaching their limits boost another force. As if squeezing dry squid, my whole mind squeezes the essence of the limit. And by the time the dragon-arm screamed and raised a counter, I let go of my hand from the bar without hesitation and fell on the floor. Yong-pal is running around with a laugh as if he is dying of excitement.

"Brother! Brother, new record!

Yongpal says it's a new chin-up record. It's not even physical strength. I wonder what this is all about.

Add 1 from my limit. It is such a trifling drop, but it will gather and gather together to create a great river. I kept bumping and adding numbers like a brick wall. Endorphins burst from the head, and the adrenaline, with its head down, goes home exhausted. People around me are more excited than I am. Feeling the laughter coming from all sides, I gently closed my eyes.

'Tomorrow's the start, dude! Don't relax.'

The old man throws a water bottle at me, and he nags again. But it was right, so I accepted the bottled water without complaining and emptied it out at once. That's right, it was the second day of the morning when the mission began just one night later. I had to take a break to improve my physical strength, but I crawled into the office as if I were addicted to training and continued to exercise once again. I shouldn't have asked questions and changed the subject.

'What do you think? Are you familiar with guns?'

Presented with pistols and silencers, we had been practicing shooting for a while in an underground parking lot hurriedly arranged by the group leader. He was an old man who was good at shooting and throwing anything, but he was weaker than I thought when it came to shooting pistols. Fortunately, with some talent, I graduated early and came to the office, but the poor old man had to be held by Detective Kang until this afternoon.

Is it hard because it doesn't taste heavy? Of course, it was true that the firepower was weak compared to the rifle. But when the old man, who had done everything, showed me his first clumsiness, I could laugh and tease the old man after a long time.

The old man, who hears my question, has a solemn look on his face. And he walked in the middle of the office like a 007 actor and shot me with a hand pistol.

There was no pistol in the waist of such an old man.

Detective Kang, I gave it to you.’

With a cool posture, the old man finally announced that he would give up. Yongpal rolled on the floor excitedly as if he was going to die of laughter, and was eventually beaten by an old man. The elderly seem to have decided that it is more efficient for them not to use it. The silencer-equipped pistol went back to Detective Kang, and we sat all together in the office for our final schedule. The time is 4 p.m., and after this meeting, everyone will return to their quarters for a rest.

The information of the strain given by the head of the group was scattered in all directions like a piece of finely broken logic. It's perfectly prepared, but it's like a puzzle before you hit it. The old man and I pulled the information together last night, cutting it off boldly.

The screening process alone took more than three hours because all the testimonies were collected. And I passed on the conclusion that I had put together the information to the party sitting now. I drew imagination for a concrete understanding, and the old man nags me right away, asking me what ghost picture I drew. Now that I think about it......... I thought it was for the morale of the party.

The damage report from the apartment complex was roughly like this. Twelve dead and 19 missing. Of course there were no injuries, and there were three witnesses. If this was the information that came two days ago, there would now be more deaths and missing persons. The thought we had when we saw this death report was ironically that the death toll was too small. The old man said this in front of the party.

'He's got a good head.’

Perhaps if the death toll had been enormous, I would have thought him a simple predator. But the dead......, obviously not much by my standards. Variety is a powerful predator that kills humans like stepping on ants. Literally speaking, 100 to 200 people are out of the norm to kill. But he hid his wildness as if he were a child saving delicious food.

It was a difference between instinct and reason. The difference between a lion and a shark who start hunting only when they are hungry, and a killer whale who enjoys playing games. He knows how to think, think, and even control. The conclusion of putting together all these words and words was "dangerous." But me and the old man were afraid of the company, and did not give orders to be scared.

'We're hunters. You need to know how to play on top of his head.’

When we reach the edge of the cliff, there is no longer a way to escape. We had to face fear, and cross it, as we always have always been. The old man drew up the great sword as if he were looking at it, and approached the picture of the man I had drawn. Then we put a sword in the middle of the painting, ending the tension and fear we have.

* * *

The day dawned. All the party assembled at Eden's main gate. The cold wind hits the face. The misty winter sunshine caresses the whole body. I finished the final equipment inspection by tying the shoelaces tightly. The departure time is approaching. Exactly five minutes later, Eden's main gate will open. I warmed myself up with a slow run with stretching.

'Be careful when you get back.’

And before we knew it, the silver-rimmed glasses prayed for our well-being. I smiled quietly in response. Soon I started looking around and looking for someone to be around. From day one, you've been on my nerves. The woman who had made a bold deal. Wasn't she the representative to ask for help? I thought you were coming with us, but you weren't looking strange.

'Is she not coming?'

At my question, the silver-rimmed glasses shook their heads with an embarrassed face. Is she not coming? Looks like something's going on with your face. As I kept my mouth shut for a while waiting for an answer, the old man, who had been walking from afar, answered instead of silver-rimmed glasses.

'Some guy threw a knife in his face, and you're coming with him?’

Eun-te's glasses smiled awkwardly and nodded. Though blunt, the old man's words seem to be the answer. A ball is a ball, and a buy is a buy. Her irresponsible attitude to me, who had thought so, once again came as a disappointment to the apartment complex. I jagged my tongue and pressed on the hat I had put on the floor, and walked slowly toward the front door. Eun-te's glasses that followed me said with a dejected smile.

He was scared to the point where he thought it was too much. I took the people away first yesterday. I thought I'd leave you with some directions, but......... I'm sorry.'

'It's all right. We have a navigation system.’

The old man smiled and put his hand on my shoulder as if it were nothing. Yeah, that's right. When did we start to walk around with directions? With a map in my pocket and a radio connected to the office, we could go anywhere. I pulled out the gun on my back and walked toward the front door. Then the group decided to form a line and started standing behind me as if they had promised. Tension and subtle heat surround my body.

Now I didn't even have to take out my radio. As we stood at the starting line, all the guards began to move busily, and soon the front door opened with a heavy sound. Although the main gate has been frequented countless times, this place gives new feelings every time.

The door was completely open.

I pressed my hat through the front door quickly.

[Team Chae-yeon, Team Chae-yeon, here we go.]

The radio is getting farther and farther away.

* * *

'Come slowly, slowly.'

The old man murmured quietly to the dragon arm walking forward. The sound of someone swallowing saliva came all the way here. I'm nervous. I'm looking forward to it at the same time. The tight-lipped group was busy watching the scene unfold in front of them to see if they thought the same as me.

Are you in a hurry? No, we were just on our way to the apartment complex, experimenting with mutated liquids handed out by the lab. And it was the dragon arm caught in the draw that had to be the subject of the experiment with the liquid buried.

I'm really scared, old man.’

Yong-pal, who sprayed liquid like a perfume and was approaching him, looks back in tears. My child is busy bluffing instead of walking for a while. Then the old man rose from his seat with a fit of anger, as if he would kick his butt if he did not walk right away.

'You've had your time in a hole, you bastard! Is the gun a decoration? Walk fast!'

Yong-pal, who showed that he didn't want to go with a tearful face, only began to approach him when the old man got angry. The variegated liquid wasn't enough to spray on everyone. So we had to know how much we could use to get the best effect. The distance was 60 meters, and the gap gradually decreased, and the man who was following the old man's journey found Yongpal.

That's right, that's right! The old man claps and waits for a response. He ran frantically towards this side and opened his mouth wide to attack the dragon arm in front of him. Yong-pal took up the gun in astonishment, and I also lifted the gun, putting aside the regret of the rush. Is it not working? But at the same time, he suddenly stops moving.

What?

I've been dealing with countless men, but I've never seen anyone stop the attack. But before his eyes, he broke all the rules he had ever seen and began to show unusual behavior. The wide open mouth closes powerlessly, and the body changes its movements around like a wandering fish. And as soon as I put down the gun, he turned madly back and began to run away.

He ran away, the man who showed that crazy madness first ran away. We thought he was not approaching us, but we were in shock for a while when he was scared like a living creature. But the shock too, for a moment, I stared blankly at the variegated liquid, which showed superior effect over the corpse. As expected, Gongdol and scientists bring good results if they grind hard.

'Yong-pal! Good work, let's go!'

The old man, who called the dragon-pal, looked exceptionally happy, and there was an old man's smile on my face, too. What can I say, if mass production of this liquid becomes possible, our future will face another phase. Perhaps one of these little bottles was the hope we had so much hoped for. I carefully packed a small candle that would light up an opaque future that could not be seen.

The group happily laughed and chatted before the successful experiment, and I began to write down the results in my diary. How did he react and how far he went? There was a lot to tell when I met the researchers. But in the distance the only unhappy dragon-arm trudges. His face clearly shows a sulk.

'Really...... Mr....….’

Constant grumbling sprang out of the mouth of the dragon's arm. He must have been very scared to approach him, but in an emergency, a man who fought so well always blames him only in this situation. For a while, I had no choice but to move my steps, listening to the grumbling of my dragon arm.

We could walk the road more comfortably because they didn't approach us. However, in case of a possible attack by a strain, I walked only looking for open roads on all sides. The more diligent you move, the closer you get to your destination on the map.

There was no need to be overly nervous. As we walked along the road, we looked around leisurely, or when we were hungry, we sat in the middle of the road and shared rice balls. Two hours to move like that, we could find an apartment complex in the distance.

I licked my dry lips and took off my hat. The breath I exhaled rises to the sky and dissipates.