I'm still alive

Are they? No, if this was what they were making, I, who accompanied the noise, would have been attacked. So is it a person? Yeah, it was very likely. This was clearly the noise from the radio. I swallowed my saliva slowly, and lifted the rifle that I put down on one side. Then he took his hand with a flashlight and turned off the lights that were lighting everywhere. Darkness came once again in the draped corridors and rooms, and the hand holding the gun handle slowly vibrated.

After

To exhale and listen.

Toothpaste;toothorrhoid

I slowly approached the door, chasing the sound with my senses. And looked on both sides to make sure there was nothing at the end of the hallway and entrance. Slowly, I approached the door where I could hear the gear, and brought my ears close to me. There was no change in the sound. There was no human breath or speech. And the place, where you can't even feel the slightest sign of popularity, was just leaking out cold wind.

Bang!

I quickly rose from my seat and kicked the locked door. And at the same time, he held his gun forward to prepare for the enemy's attack that would pop out before his eyes. But it wasn't monsters or humans that attacked me, but the disgusting blood and the dreary spirit of death that thrusts hard on one nerve. I looked around the room quickly, turning my eyes used to the darkness. And we could find a body lying down in front of a desk with a radio and a radio that spouted noise.

The floor was full of blood, and no sign of it was felt. I took out the flashlight that I had once turned off and approached the body gently. And when I lighted the flashlight on the dead body, I could see that the face that was revealed was my acquaintance. Although the skin on the right face was ripped off, the body was definitely Kim Ji-young, her.

She was clutching her belly, where there was already a deep cut, and there were wounds all over her body that were hard to call a raw sneeze. However, given that there were no fatal injuries that could have killed him immediately, he is believed to have died of excessive bleeding while fleeing to the room. Her clean, luxurious long padded jacket was stained with blood, and its contents were badly drained and fluttering the floor.

No power that smacks people down, no evil deeds, no food that can be defined. After all, there was no use in the face of overwhelming death. I turned my attention away from her body and moved the flashlight elsewhere. As I turned my eyes, I saw a radio that was making an annoying noise on the desk. Is it because the sound is too loud? I inadvertently moved and raised my hand to turn off the radio.

What?

But the moment I raise my hand, I feel like something is hitting my head hard. I am mesmerized and my head dazed. And in the corner of my heart, a black haze began to wobble. I'm nervous. Why? Why am I nervous? The strong thought of missing something brought me a throbbing headache, and made my fingertips tremble finely.

There's something I was missing. And once again the instinct, which had been away for a while because of the arduous battle and tiredness, led the weary body and came to me. Logic dissipates. My head began to spin. I slowly lowered my hand and soon closed my eyes.

Suppose I was Kim Ji-young that day. Variations break in, people die. Without the ability to fight back, she must have fled, tried to hide. But she headed to the radio room on the second floor, not outside, and was now turned into such a cold corpse. What was she thinking at the last minute into this radio room? Maybe he was trying to ask Eden for help? I searched my pocket hurriedly for a passing question.

'Old man, are you asleep?’

About 30 seconds have passed since I sent the radio, but no reply has been received. I think I really fell asleep after the radio. I bit my lips, feeling nervous, and stood there, stamping my feet. I can't stand still for a moment. The number of all cases and the circumstances that might arise continued to pass through my head. After about a minute, Kim Hye-jung's voice, not an old man, was heard on the radio.

[Dong-yoon, is something wrong?] Grandpa is sleeping now.]

Oh! That's a relief. Still, Kim Hye-jung sent an answer on behalf of the elderly to see if she fell asleep with the least number of people on her guard. I asked her quickly for the radio.

'Hye-jung, can you call Eden and ask if anyone came by radio last night?’

My voice was polite, but the end was shaking finely. The surging anxiety and the blaring alarm have poked my instincts little by little. I wanted to pretend it wasn't, but I was feeling uneasy before the invisible, intangible blade. After hearing the radio, Kim Hye-jung answered briefly, "I understand," and granted the request. After about two minutes....... Here comes the answer.

[They say there was no radio after sunset?]]

I hurriedly turned off the communication and ran to the front of the radio where Kim Ji-young was lying down. No different from when he first came in, the noisy radio would still have looked similar last night. There was blood all over the desk where the radio was placed, and there were strong signs that the radio had been used for a while. I grabbed the radio with trembling hands and lifted it up.

Chick. Chick.

As I listened to the radio, I heard a series of noises and phlegm-like noises. I'm sure there's noise coming through the noise....... This will be the sound from the other side. Not sure. But I could be sure. In the meantime, the sharpened instincts of a knife were clearly saying there was someone over this radio. My hands, holding the walkie-talkie, trembled slowly, and my dry neck calls bitter saliva.

Kim Ji-young, who was she trying to contact? All the shelves were gone for the last time here. Nor did she send a radio message to Eden. The person receiving this radio is a third party I don't know or.........or maybe a third party you know.

Ttuk, ttuk, ttuk, ttuk.

The noise and noise were cut off at regular intervals. Continued. And so was my accident. A dry voice pierced through the dry throat in the cold wind.

'Who are you?

Tuk, the noise is gone. And I feel strongly that the opponent I thought would be on the other side is gone. Heard my voice. An unknown opponent surely heard my voice. I put down the radio as it was, and quickly turned back and picked up the bag of food. And he sprinted for the senior citizen center where the party would be waiting.

* * *

The Yong-pal brothers, who were sticking out their faces at the window and looking on the lookout, wave their hands at me, saying, "Nice to meet you." But I was running in a hurry and I didn't even have the strength to answer the greeting. The pants were already wet by the snow, and the face and hat were covered with sweat and snow. As soon as I passed the door, I put down my food bag and breathed heavily.

If I'm here, it means food has arrived. Du-sik grinned and accepted my bag, and Yong-pal ran quickly and held out a dry towel. The food is here! All the attention of the party was focused, and laughter began to cover the surroundings in a long time. But Yong-pal may have noticed that my smell is strange, but he looks at his sweaty face and asks anxiously.

Brother? Is something wrong? You look pale.….’

I gulped down a dry towel. And as I was wiping my face and hair, my heart had been beating frantically and my pale skin had trembled. But I managed to shake my hand, and I had no choice but to make a gesture of being OK to Yong-pal. I'm not sure yet. I didn't want to hurt the party's atmosphere with useless words.

However, it was not something for me to stay still. While wiping my sweat and eyes, I looked at the crowd walking toward the bag and the residents resting in that corner. And my eyes stopped exactly between them.

'... ...Mr. Kim Ho-chul.'

I quietly approached you and called for someone to bring confidence in this clue. Then Kim Ho-chul, who was taking a rest with his child, looked at me in surprise, and followed my gesture to quietly follow him, moving his steps toward the outside of the building.

Is it because of the proper food that I've tasted in a long time? The residents looked very pleased with the t-shirt, and the eyes of the party who needed a proper meal were also stuck in my bag. Thanks to this, I and Kim Ho-chul were able to come out of the senior citizen center without any interruption. As I walked out the door, a biting wind brushed my skin. I asked him, touching a sore face with pale skin.

'Mr. Ho-chul, do you happen to know a vagrant?’

It was a word that came out after a long time. How much trouble did I have before I took out this word? It was a ridiculous assumption, and I didn't want to mention it anymore. But the danger never went too far just because I didn't like it or didn't make sense. So I had to know. I had to be moving in advance so that I could deal with it as soon as possible.

'The vagrant......?'

Yeah, those vagrants I led the party to smash. Kim Ho-chul, however, quietly frowned between his eyebrows, unable to answer at once. And the face shows signs of bringing up memories. Just... ...like a person who only comes to mind when he or she has to feel back.

Seeing the look on my face, I had no choice but to be blanked out like a thunderbolt to my head. In this era, or any survivor living in this area, was threatened by vagrants. Furthermore, isn't this place closer to the vagabonds than Eden? The vagrants with a wide range of activity....... It was normal to experience it directly or indirectly. But Kim Ho-chul acted as if he had never heard the word before. A cold sweat on my forehead runs down my nose.

I don't know....... did this happen outside? I'm stuck in an apartment, so I don't know the rumors around me. The others might know. Do you want me to call them?’

I'm not asking because I never knew. I'm asking because I know them so well. But I asked him with a frantic nod, and Kim Ho-chul brought in one or two residents to make room for me to meet. I asked one, two, three, even children. And yet, the answer is......... I don't know, or I've heard the rumor.

It can't be. This is not a normal reaction. Vagrants, how much evil have they done? Soyul Yeo-sang, who belonged to Kim Yeon-koung, was ruined by them, and Park Dae-bak's Shelter was also destroyed by the battle with the vagrants. A word that everyone in the Shelter would pay for. But the residents of the apartment complex have only said they don't know, but they've been damaged by the vagrants.There have been no cases of being taken.

I wasn't lying. Their eyes were clearly telling the truth, and there was no reason for them to lie to me, whose immediate problem was to die and live. The only Shelter that doesn't get damaged while the vagrants are in full swing, and the blood-stained radio Kim Ji-young was holding on to. It's complicated. There are so many thoughts and numbers floating in the air that I have a headache. Why? Why wasn't he attacked? Have you been protected? No, if you were protected, who the hell?

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of my heart grew louder and my thick tinnitus began to hit my eardrums. Feel a pressure on one's chest. No, it stings like someone poking you with an awl. I felt exposed to danger. And the danger was not the blade aimed at me, but the blade of a fuzzy, hazy, intangible blade.

A person from outside. And factionalism and food monopoly. The conversations we had that day were buzzing as if they were noisy, and the noise began to dance frantically on the wave of memories. No one knows where Kim Ji-young comes from and what she does. A secret woman who may even be its real name. And the source of alcohol and similar drugs that she brought. Also, prostitution and loan payments that started as if they had been waiting. It was as if... ...the cog that fits in as well as planned was completing the guess I thought.

I thought it was just a survivor's shelter. I thought it was just an ordinary Shelter who didn't want to combine with Eden. But the more I dig, the more I filled it with questions and unknown tricks, and all the information I saw in the document was a lie. Why did you lie to us? And why would he want to bring us here? At that moment, lightning flashed from my head and my eyes opened.

Dong-yoon!

My head turned fast at the old man's cry. The whole party stood there, turning their heads, and everyone looked at me with a worried look. When was I sitting down? I raised my head blankly, feeling the cold touch in my hips and hands. He must have been mesmerized for a while. That's how much I couldn't come to my senses, and I couldn't make a judgment for a moment.

Detective Kang, when was the last time you and Eden were radioed?’

But the heart says. Stay calm, and stay calm. Judge anger coldly and judge coldly. At that moment the tremors in my hands stopped, and a determined voice burst out of my mouth. Then Detective Kang came up with a stiff face and answered.

'I radioed the office 10 minutes ago.’

That's a relief. Nothing seems to have happened yet. I felt relieved to find the trap one step ahead, and at the same time I felt impatient. No, Dongyoon. Let's calm down, let's calm down again. Kim Ji-young couldn't get us out of the planned day. There must have been a gap of one day, so even the one who sold the trap would not have thought that we would return.

What they're after is an empty house. I didn't mean to stand still.

Send them back to the radio to reinforce their vigilance. And get your gear......... Get people ready to move.'

The company's expression hardens.