I'm still alive

I feel dizzy with my breath leaking out in front of me. As I approached one step, the heavy muffler began to grow louder, and my heart beating with it was frantically resonant. And the acrid smell that grazed the tip of the nose. As I quickly raised my head, I could see black smoke rising from afar. It broke the reality escape that I had wished not to be one or two but several smoke that rose simultaneously, and made me realize the nightmare reality.

‘!!’

A swarm of ants gathered to break down the last man-made breakwater. At Eden's main gate, where we've always been passing by, there's a lot of them. They cling like leeches and begin to make a wave, stepping on and pushing each other to get over the wall. Black swamps, waves of meat fluttering toward one goal. I was shocked to see it, but I shuddered at the face of indelible hatred and anger.

'It's not too late!’

The old man made a short cry at my ears. The cry once again awakened my unconsciousness, and pulled the Norwich to load the gun. That's right, the old man is right. Eden was not fighting the fall, but certainly the enemy who attacked. On the Wall were fighting back against the men who had come from the combat team with guns, to ordinary citizens dressed as civilians. Yeah, we're not late.

'They would have come to hear the sound. Something must have happened inside.’

The old man made a judgment, looking everywhere with a fierce look, even at the urgent moment. When I heard the words, my eyes were fixed on the black smoke soaring up to the sky, and I could see that the smoke was rising from deep inside, not from the walls of Eden. Enough noise for them to come in like this? It didn't explain if it wasn't at least a big explosion.

And who caused the explosion? It was a simple issue that didn't have to be brainwashed. I quickly got up and started looking for a way to get inside. The Wall was in its own good condition, and the fighting group and the citizens were successfully stopping them. However, black smoke, which breaks radio and occurs simultaneously, only tells us that there has been a breakdown inside, but it was not clear what was going on inside. They're fighting on the Wall......... I won't have time to look inside.

Chaos, and Chaos. There was no way to know how things were going, unless you saw everything in the sky. However, the only thing that comes back here is deep regret. I had to find my way into Eden and check the safety of my party in the quarters and office. But at that moment, my nerves were awakened by the shriek of an old man, whose skin was tingling, and tapping on my eardrums.

Dong-yoon!

‘!!!’

It's him.

The old man's yell awakens me with his groan. And in a moment, time goes slowly. Is he attacking me? I can't see it from sight, I can only hear the sound. But the reflexes, which are faster than the perception that I'm being attacked, know where he is even though I don't turn my head. As soon as I heard the sound, my hand turned to the pistol holder, and before I could turn my head to the side, the gunpoint aimed at the man's head.

Just like that's perfect!

With the sound of a bullet in the meat, the brain drain drops. Then I turned my head and saw him wriggling and wriggling badly. I can't feel the excitement. I mechanically placed my pistol in the holder and exhaled deeply.

Clap, clap, clap!

The old man was firing at a few men running from the neighborhood, and I was also firing back with a rifle.

In an instant, eight fell to the ground. Nevertheless, countless latecomers were running towards us from afar. If you stay here, you will be completely isolated. The old man and I made eye contact for a moment, and exchange countless feelings and intentions. Then the old man, who put down his gun, took a sturdy climbing rope out of his bag and began to run toward the barrier.

A rope with a great sword hanging from the end crosses the barrier across the air. Repeated it about three times, there was a clatter of old man's throw at the end of the rope, and no matter how much he pulled it, the rope did not come out. I finally confirmed it and emptied all the remaining shells at the men who were coming. The smoke of gunpowder is ringing with breath in front of my eyes. The trigger-pulling fingers chirped, and my heart and nerves flinched with gunfire.

Dong-yoon!

An old man calls me from behind. I began to run like crazy with a gun in one hand, without time to turn my head. The old man was already climbing the rope like a flying squirrel and standing on the wall, firing bullets at the men approaching me. My hands headed for the rope. And step on the barrier without delay.

One, two. One, two.

To take, grasp, overcome, and catch with rapid accuracy.

Hmph. Hmph.

As I climbed over the high barrier, my pounding heart with a rough breath began to pull my eyes and back neck close. Eden, beginning to see from the high barrier, was already in the midst of chaos and rough currents. Flames rising from all over the place and people fleeing frantically. I stopped thinking by then, and walked frantically down the stairs below the barrier.

The old man who was following me shouted loudly.

'Go to your quarters! I'm going to the school and the office.'

The location of the children and their party was not accurate because the communication was cut off. Considering the close distance, the first thing to do was to find out the location of the group one by one. I exchanged glances with the old man and began to run without saying who was first. The bag had been thrown away for a long time, and my body had only minimal armaments. But that much lighter my body began to get the best speed like a sailboat in a windstorm, and crossed the middle of a swirling tide.

Eden's streets, which used to be peaceful and quiet, had long disappeared. Smoke and flames and blood and corpses began to be seen throughout the building, and on the streets where people passed by, people fleeing and vagrants chasing them came into sight. From time to time, fighting troupes and citizens were seen, but only a few, those on the Wall, seemed unaware of even this situation.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Dirty clothes, dirty faces, as much dirty desires filled the atmosphere and made my nose ache. Turning their eyes toward the direction of the scream, three vagrants came into sight. All those men with deadly cold weapons and guns had dark red blood on their faces. The joy that comes from desire and murder. They didn't hide their feelings, and they had dark red makeup on their faces. As always, they don't look like humans.

They were in the middle of hunting, or they just took the man's breath out of my sight. Then he tries to rush into the alley, pulling the woman's hair next to him. The woman being dragged screamed and tried to crawl to the dying man, but the vagabond dragged the woman, who was beating like a beast, giggled, as if she didn't even feel sympathy. I exhaled my breath.

My index finger is flinching. Flames sparkle from the eyes. I lifted the rifle without delay and shot the man in the head holding the woman's head. The bullet was uncompromising. No matter who is right, no matter what life you have lived, you don't even try to talk to a single piece of lead. His head explodes with a pebble, followed by a white, red thunderstorm.

The woman screamed in front of the blood poured on her face, and the other two, who were flirting, were surprised and looked at me. But it was faster for my guns to be moved than for them to grasp and respond to the situation.

Hit it! Hit it!

One for each. My mechanical movements put their heads between the sightings, and everyone burst their heads fairly.

The woman was enchanted among these hellish sights. The eyes were already empty, and the hands around their faces tremble as to what they were thinking. But I didn't have time to soothe her, who didn't even know her name. After passing her and stepping on the blood and the bribe on the floor, she began to run forward once again. The situation is not good. All I could think of was Chae-yeon and her company. The view turned frantically and the gaze turned to buildings and flames everywhere.

Just like that's perfect!

One guy.

Tack!

And two of them.

I killed and killed the vagrants who blocked my way. The faces of animals splashing blood on their faces and crying painfully are quickly forgotten like the wind passing by. Pull the trigger and the gun shoots fire. A gun shoots fire, and a man dies. The reality of unchangeable formulas and splashing blood. I put a bayonet in the head of a vagrant who was shot in the thigh and raised my head to the end of breaking the skull.

From the mouth comes the steam from the boiling anger with a harsh breath. Blood, and blood! My whole body was full of blood before I knew it, and my gaze was only fixed on that far-sighted central building. Wait, wait a little longer. A recite emanates from the mouth. Do I have reason left? The field of vision was red, and my hands were red, too. I just walked forward like a madman. And the central building, which was seen from afar, was already approaching 50 meters.

[Dong Yoon! Kwak Dong Yoon!]

At that moment the radio in my front pocket began to ring noisily. Familiar voice? The old man? Oh, I woke up from unconsciousness and came back to reality, and hurriedly pulled out the radio. It's an old man who went to the school and office where the children go by a different route from me. I'm sure he got there faster than I did and radioed to let him know what he knew. I hurriedly wiped my wet hands with blood and sweat on my pants and answered the old man.

"Old man!"

[Children, kids stay there!] The training and the kids are all there!]

an old man's desperate cry At the end of the short cry, the old man's words were no longer heard, and the sound of shouting and desperate gunfire was heard. I put down the radio. No, I dropped it. And even before the radio dropped on the floor touched, it began to run frantically toward the central building seen 50 meters ahead. Hands tremble, nerves and minds shriek with rage. My heart was only saying one thing, with hostility and murderous intent frantic.

The exterior of the central headquarters was fine, unlike the surrounding buildings. But only the outside was fine, and busy shadows seen through the windows were telling us that someone had intruded inside the central headquarters. When something that started from the tip of my foot rose to my head, I could no longer see any other scenery. I pushed my body through the door of the central headquarters where we've always been going in and out. Then the first thing I could see was the vagrants, who wandered around the hall and began busily searching for something.

'Bitch, you hard nut! Where did you hide it?’

'We don't have time! We have to get out of here before the fighters come!’

Surprise? Assault? Perfect timing of attack? No, it was the instinct to kill them that preceded them. The right hand moves. The moved hand was directed to the pistol holder, and the gunpoint shot up like lightning and protrude forward. The distance between them is less than 2 meters. But my body, which ran out quickly, made it a priority to reach out and catch one rather than aim at him.

Kkak!

I grabbed one's neck and pushed him to the wall. Then pull the trigger with the gun pointed to his abdomen. I clenched my teeth. With the sound of meat exploding, warm liquid bursts into the fingers that hold the gun.

Just right, right, just like that.

Blood flows through the tear in the hand-gripening. This feeling, feeling, feeling of life escaping. All the dark, dreary wilds began to tie me up. But before I could feel the emotion, I pushed the dying one to the other.

As soon as he decides that his colleague has been attacked, his course is blocked by the flying carrier. While I was aiming for it, I moved the gun and pulled the trigger before he could even take out the weapon. The small coal is empty. A trigger that moves incessantly; a bullet that flies without direction. The back of the man I pushed broke, and the last one I hit the body and fell on the floor, and my head was broken. The hallways of the central headquarters, which were so antique and clean, were stained with blood and thunder.

It was like having a nightmare.

Click, click, burn out all the bullets. I mechanically move my thumb to pull an empty cartridge out of a pistol. On the floor where the blood began to pool, the shell held a sticky swamp, and an empty cartridge I dropped over it fell with my heart. But at that moment a door next to me slammed open and a tramp ran out with a shout.

'Find it, you son of a gun!'

He spits out a rumbling yell with abuse. Were you hiding? Looking for a chance? I quickly moved my pistol and tried to shoot him, but the trigger didn't respond, hitting the empty ball. And a shimmering, shriveled sashimi. He was trying to stab me in the stomach with that long, sharp blade. No, Sashimi, who was already in front of my abdomen, didn't even give me time to avoid.

But it was him, not me, who opened his mouth first.

'Crrrrrrrrrr......you bastard!!’

be as hot as a fire The view seemed to have reddened and turned everything in the world into hatred and hell. Slowly lowering his gaze, Sashimi, who came in for the stomach, was held in my hand, and he blushed and was struggling to get it out. Too clear blood was dripping from my hands when I caught the day. Strangely, it didn't hurt. Did adrenaline make you forget the pain? No, this vivid pain flowed from the heart, not from the hand.

'......Chaeyeon.'

A cry of sorrow seeps out of my mouth. Chaeyeon, Chaeyeon. echoes that sound faint even after dozens of calls. I raised my head, listening to such echoes. When I raised my head, I felt like tears of blood would flow. I was so resentful of this unorthodox, sharp reality.

'What, what are you talking about, you crazy bastard! Let go! Let go!’

His eyes are filled with fear. No matter how much I moved my hands to get rid of sashimi, the blade caught in my lingering feelings showed no sign of falling out. From my mouth came breathless to kill the man, not the sound of pain. When the pistol he was holding fell from his hand, the fingertips clapped. It was a reaction from the conviction that he was about to die. The trembling fingertips went straight to the great sword in the waist, and the great sword caught in the finger came out quietly like the wind across the night sky.

Kuck. Kkurak.......

The blade that came out of my waist cuts off the flesh and late bursts into blood. I closed my eyes reflexively and turned away from the burst of blood. And slowly open your closed eyes by letting go of the sashimi. The blood on my face is hot. And it dives on the floor with cooled sweat. The decapitated man hurriedly raised his hand to block the affected area, but there was no way to stop the blood from bursting like a fountain. I just walked past the guy who was falling to the floor and dying.

Walking down the corridor, the body kept stumbling, and the view ahead was blurred and red. The recitation streamed out of the mouth, and the twitching continues as if it had been hit by something. All the rooms in the corridor were either broken doors or forced to be torn, and their hinges were ragged. Every room, not one part! They searched every room, and there was nowhere to be found.

And our accommodation was the same.

"Chaeyeon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I collapsed in front of the room where the door was torn. No matter how hard I ran, the distance between me and the child was too far away. With only two meters left....... That unreducing interval makes me despair. I lied to myself and comforted myself that this couldn't happen, that it would never happen. The whole idea knelt before an unrealistic reality.

I was... ...so scared to go over this torn door and get in there.

‘.’

But at that moment the faint sound of my ears began to tickle.

‘.’

sound

‘.’

sound

a clear sound

The noise that I thought was a tinnitus tickles my ears. A sound so small as to be mistaken for auditory hallucinations was certainly a small sound that I had not heard before. The pass, which had sunk into despair, slowly heard, and the view of the room, seen through the broken door, came into view. No way, no way. I crawled on the floor and opened the rattling door as if possessed by something. Then he grabbed the faint sound.

‘.’

I can hear you, I can hear you.

Hahahahaha.

Then came my hidden cry, and the heart began to circulate rapidly and supply blood all over the body. Narrow vision brightens. Holding my trembling hand, I hurriedly got up from my seat and entered the quarters. The accommodation, which was our happy place, was occupied by dirty footprints and broken furniture. Broken and trampled. This space seems like it's all over. But I caught my last hope there.

There is a space that only Kang Soo-ryeon and I knew.

‘.’

The multi-purpose room, which I found by chance, was an empty space that I thought was insignificant. The space where no one was interested, and no one intended to use it. But Kang Su-ryeon, who found the place, told me with exceptional delight. I'd like to collect the ingredients here. It's cold, so you don't have to worry about going bad, right? And the memory of the day that I had forgotten for a while led me.

'Gi-Ttu-Ttu.'

And as I moved, the noise that seemed like noise began to change to a clear sound.

Cross the living room and across the veranda. Then you go through the veranda and into the next room, and you come to the multi-purpose room where no one goes.

The multi-purpose room door was blocked by large boxes and could not be seen. And there was a pile of unburned dust in the stacked boxes. But the handprints clearly stamped on the dust were telling the story of an urgent moment earlier. The momentary stump left in the passing time. I'm pretty sure that handprint that I don't think would have been an hour later....... It belonged to Kang Soo-ryeon.

Kang Soo-ryeon was doing something here, abandoning the time to run away.

I began to clear the boxes one by one. And the more I put the box away, the more I could hear the sniffling, and the more familiar the song began to be buried in its cry. My hands trembled as I listened to the song and the cry, and my moving arms became weak and dropped the box. Dozens of times so repeated, all the boxes that had been blocking the door were cleared away.

"Daddy...Strong. Strong. . . .Daddy shark...….’

When I opened the door, Chae-yeon was singing with her ears closed. The song, which says, "Come here, please, come here," tickles my ears so mournfully. There were more than one or two whimpering people. When I picked up the flashlight, all the children were hiding in the utility room. Every single one of them was waiting for someone, hiding himself in a corner without any fallouts. A groan of voice came out of my mouth. I feel weak. I sat down as I was.

Chae-yeon looks this way with her eyes open. My eyes were already filled with tears, and as soon as I found my face, they became eyes and ran on my cheeks. I forced myself into crawling there. Then Chae-yeon cried and said to me,

"Oh, my mom......... when my dad sings....... I told him to sing......... my mom....’

I couldn't say anything to Chae-yeon.

She just closed her eyes, not embracing Chae-yeon and her children who were crying.