I'm still alive

Do you have any business with my kids?’

I looked up and looked at the man who had fallen on the floor. a polite way of speaking in contrast to three bullets I was so coldly angry that I was willing to use honorifics and stare at them. The situation was scattered like a torn piece of paper, and as soon as I appeared, the party gently lifted the gun. I didn't stay still because our party was stupid. I was just being ordered to stay still, and doing it faithfully. I approached the party slowly.

He must have been frightened, and his face turned pale when he made eye contact with me. And the mouth that had been spat at me a little while ago, calling me a dog-monger, was tightly closed, and only a faint sound of deep breath was uttering. So, you're gonna keep your mouth shut? I'm willing to accept it and decided not to waste any more time.

'Yongpal, what's going on?'

When I turned my head and asked Yong-pal about the whole incident, he opened his mouth as if he had waited and began pointing a finger at him.

'He was snarling at my youngest.’

My head automatically turned back and headed to Park Da-hye among the party. I know. Park Da-hye is not a child to be intimidated and frightened by this. Aren't you staring at him with fierce glare? The child, who has changed his personality these days and enjoys the cuteness of all his party members, was now an indispensable youngest and a housekeeper in the office. I could understand why the party reacted like this. This is clearly written on the faces of the party.

How dare you touch our youngest?

A false laugh popped out of my mouth, and the hand holding the hand of the pistol handle itself goes in. The sound of finger muscles squeezing leather gloves resounded. This heavy air was telling. This is not an easy thing to do. I know there are times when I have to step forward as a leader of the party.

Why did you do that?’

I asked him, and he didn't answer. So, what would you do if you asked? These questions were meaningless in front of them. This is their hideout, and the group is forming a faction that has nothing to fear. Eat if you want to, and covet if you want if you want. In a world where power is everything, they would have lived doing everything they wanted, and it would be funny to hear these questions. However, it was important who asked this question.

He rose from his seat, blushing with shame. Then the strong smell of alcohol and the disgusting smell of glue. The smells that represent desire pass through the tip of my nose in the cold wind. The dirty whiskers and the dirty dregs in between didn't like everything, and even that scared man didn't like it. Strong before the weak; weak before the strong. He doesn't even rationalize what he did.

He was feeling ashamed. Because no one asked him this question. Why did you do that? Why did you try to touch a minor you've never seen before? How many times have you done it, and how familiar are you to do it unconsciously? And he just kept his mouth shut and looked at me like all the criminals had been.

‘’

The murmur began to turn into a clamorous speech. Yeah, no matter how much you put on the silencer.The weight of Ziman gunshot does not disappear anywhere. After hearing the sound of the silencer's buried gunshot, people gathered in all directions, and the existing residents, who had been hiding, also carefully put out their heads and began to watch the situation. Then from far away, someone rushed in.

'What, what! What's going on!'

Bank account!

The man, whose face rotted to death, smiled brightly at the middle-aged man who popped out of one side of the apartment, and soon breathed a sigh of relief and reassurance. When I saw the sigh, my gaze turned indifferently toward it. And I was able to find a middle-aged man, a bankbook, hastily buckling up his pants belt.

The middle-aged man is so different from the people he's ever seen. I gained weight because I ate well, and my clothes look very warm and clean, even if I just opened the package. The words monopoly and greed continued to hover in my head. And as if to defend the idea, the eyes of apartment residents gathered around them begin to look fierce.

A middle-aged man was a man who could see things. He looked at the surrounding atmosphere for a short time, and soon quietly glanced sideways toward the gun we were holding, as if he had won the position of bank account by a slapstick. Without this gun, how would he treat us? While I was questioning him, he asked in moderately rude terms whether he was trying to take care of his pride.

'Who is this, this commotion!’

'I'm from Eden.’

I gave a simple answer. There was nothing more representative of our position and situation than that brief remark. You guys called me, didn't you? And then we came. When the word Eden came out, the air began to turn heavy again. The man who was confronting the party died in a heavy manner, and a middle-aged man called the bank account was exceptionally embarrassed and began to sweat in the cold weather. It is Eden, which has a great influence in the neighborhood. Of course it's not compulsory governance and rule, but its size alone was enough to make the name heavy.

I heard you're not coming until tomorrow.’

The man suddenly appeared low-key and began to look for someone in a hurry. Seeing her embarrassed, she didn't hear the details from Kim Ji-young, who had been running away in a hurry, but it was in vain to find her back to her apartment first to escape us. That's not what matters now. I called the man as if he were to focus on the situation.

'I came a little earlier because I had work to do. If you're done with your business, can I go on with my work?’

With honorifics, he threw a very sharp intention at his bank account. I had a story to tell with that man who was now looking behind my bank account. So if you're not going to get in here, get out of here. The bank account immediately began to look around, gulping down dry saliva to see if he understood what I was saying. The atmosphere is not good. Before we knew it, the stampede of factions confronted us and formed a strange line.

There must be something called dignity and authority in a bank account. Just as I came forward on behalf of the party, the bank account had to fulfill its responsibilities and duties in the position of leading them. Of course, he must have thought so, too, and walked forward with a violent cough. Unlike before, his shoulders are straightened and his face looks confident. Perhaps he believes in the factions behind him.

'No, no matter how far you're from Eden, is this okay? You're not firing a gun! What if anyone got hurt? Are the people of Eden so violent as you?'

Just listening to what we said, it seemed like we were here to put pressure on others. The factionalists who stormed in late and didn't know the situation after the war thought we had shot in a flash, and their eyes became grim and seemed to be coming at any moment. Crowd psychology, it's not scary to be gathered. Such drug-like psychology makes us lose our fear of holding guns. I breathed out a long breath and sang Park Da-hye quietly.

'Dahye.'

'Yes!'

Park Da-hye, who used to swear at him for the first time, had already disappeared. Having adapted well among the group, she began to treat me politely from a certain San Ga, and was growing up to be polite to all adults. And even now, without losing that attitude, he came up to my side and stood still in an angular position.

'What did he do to you?’

be armed with a gunJi Man, Park Da Hye is a minor. He looked young from his face, and he is the shortest here and has a relatively small body. As such a child came next to me armed, the eyes around me began to question and curiosity began to grow young. Why is he here? And the question began to turn cold with Park Da-hye's answer.

'I went to the back to pick up the firewood, and suddenly he showed up, pulled my hair and touched my hips. And I tried to drag him by force, and he said, I've never seen him before. Where do you live? As expected, the reins look chewy, with a very good butt...….’

'Stop.'

I stopped that blatant testimony without a filter. However, the brief testimony and disheveled hair of Park Da-hye were enough to make the atmosphere of the party harsh. Yong-pal, who didn't know the details, stared at him as if she didn't know it would be that bad, and Kim Hye-jung, who was there, was preparing to fight, pulling the trigger of the gun. Yeah, it was obvious what would have happened if it weren't for the party and the weapons.

The factional people began to notice with embarrassment before the atmosphere, and I began to get even angrier looking at them like that. Because they responded why they had to touch us rather than reprimand 'Really?' The bank account stared at the man with a chewed face and soon turned his head to me and said,

'I'm so sorry. This guy's drunk as a......... hehehe. We'll give him a hard time to time. And I'll take care of you so you don't have to worry.….’

'That's a shit, you crazy man.’

It was an old man who appeared so exquisite that he stopped talking to his bank account when he was alone. The old man was slowly walking in front of the apartment door, as if he had come down the stairs after confirming that I was jumping. I thought I couldn't see it for a while, but I think they brought all the equipment I left behind. The old man put down his bag and says to Park Da-hye with a grumbling sound.

"Dahye, what did Grandpa say last time?’

'Yes! You asked me to pay you back as much as I did!’

As the old man spoke quietly, Park answered bravely and straightened her posture. On the surface, it was between an old man and a granddaughter who gave advice, but the content was by no means ordinary. I'll pay you back as much as I deserve. The factions heard the words, and the bankbook gazed at the old man's face with a rapt attention. And the old man, who trudged without a break for anyone to stop, grabbed a man by the collar who was an attempted rape. And say it, throwing it on the snowy floor.

'Yes, if you teach one, you know ten.'

A man of his own faction has been taken away, but no one thinks of coming. Because the atmosphere of the old man touching the waist sword was so fierce. As horrible as I was, I was an old man before. The cold anger of such an old man fell quietly between them, as if it were concentrated alcohol. Park da-hye bravely walked beside the fallen man and took off the leather gloves.

Yay!

Yay!

What Park Da-hye paid me back was only two blushes. However, the man's nosebleeds burst in all directions, and his frozen skin turns red in the cold wind. A thick drop of blood fell between his lips, as if his mouth had been torn, and the air as thick as his blood tied around him. But in the midst of such a fit, the man's eyes were shaking as to whether he was not able to judge the situation.

Park shook her hand as if she had touched something dirty, and soon rushed into the crowd. the fruit of cool action Park Da-hye sticks to Kim Hye-jung and Yong-pal with a relieved face as if satisfied with it. And the old man, watching the figure quietly, once again grabbed the man by the collar and threw him in the direction of the bankbook.

The red blood that fell on the white snow looked like a line drawn between us and them. The red line drawn as soon as we met. It was also a warning from me and the old man not to come here. I said, touching the soft pistol handle.

'It's done.’

The relationship went sour, the lines were drawn clearly.

They are different animals from us. Do it if you want, do it if you want. They have been living such trash-like behavior as if it were too natural. Many would have been taken. And he would have had to be beaten helplessly before the logic of power. I gave them a taste of the difference in power they had, rather than repentance and punishment.

I was never in a good mood, so bitter water, like a water of the mouth, hovered. I spit them out towards the floor, and slowly moved away from the bankbook with my head down from them. There was a lot of work to do, and there was not enough time. I rushed to find Kim Ho-chul and brought all the residents in that situation together.

* * *

We're all here!’

Kim Ho-chul ran out of breath. It took exactly 1 hour and 20 minutes for him to gather people. It would take so long to gather a few people, but it was inevitable because the factionalized residents hid from place to place. I woke up with a nod, and moved with the old man to the place where Kim Ho-chul had gathered people.

The total number of people I counted was thirty. According to Kim Ho-cheol, less than half of the number was left, but by my standards, there were more people than I thought. Those who couldn't make it to any faction and had to hide in their apartment. They were looking at me with a look of refugees and a mixture of fear. All of them were skinny because they couldn't eat, and they looked as if they were about to collapse. The old man whispered quietly in my ear.

'How long can't you walk, these people.'

The remark was not a sober sound to abandon these refugees. Now, let's think realistically. It's 1:30 p.m. now. I had plenty of time to get to Eden, but I wasn't sure if they could walk there. Some might fall behind in the middle, and some might die of cold and hunger.

I sighed deeply and instructed the party to make a base camp.

I felt as if I had settled down on a ship that had lost its height.