I'm still alive

The woman staggering away in front of him was clearly dressed in good working clothes. But too clean clothes and good nutrition. And the strange scent of civilization that was not seen in the survivors living here made her feel alien.

Something I can't express, but I can feel. Coming from somewhere else with us, or completely unpredictable, she was like a stranger and Iregular who came to this city. I clenched my teeth and followed behind.

The woman was already losing her reason, and she crossed the city with a scream in her mouth. With the aim of catching that woman, I thought I should make her shut up before any four months. The running is frantic.

Already, muscle pain all over the body has caused the pain to be forgotten by the preheated engine. No matter how hard I run, I'm just a lost man, and I quickly caught up with a woman and blew myself up and hung my legs. And at the same time, he grabs the woman and covers her mouth with his hands.

Attempting to talk? Don't make me laugh. I had no intention of taking a kindly action against a woman who had lost her reason. Be suspicious; be madly suspicious. I felt as if I had encountered an unpleasant essence and source at the end of the long fog.

I bound my whole body with my mouth, with the spirit that I could never let go of her, and pushed the firearm knife to the edge of my neck so that it could no longer move. "Then the woman, who was struggling, trembled for a moment, looked up at me with trembling eyes."

The woman's eyes were dyed with complete fear. red bloodshot eyes in between Maybe my eyes staring at women weren't much different. I moved the firearm knife quietly and brought it to the whimpering woman's cry. And when you scream again, you whisper quietly with the heart that you won't end it with a warning.

'Quiet.'

A harsh voice that sounded like a monster came out of my mouth. The voice quietly passed across the space to the woman, and the struggle slowly stops. A pale face comes into my sight.

Then the woman shook her head with tears rolling down her eyes. It contained the reassurance that I was not a monster but a mournful request for my life. But I turned it away coldly and whispered again.

'Close your mouth tight and get up.'

Noise is death. I personally introduced the gray city's laws to the child who opened his eyes, as if it were the first light to show light. When holding a firearm knife, pieces of broken bones fall down between the black blood and the brain drain. And the woman, who saw the sight intact, tried to get up on the floor while shaking. But the slow-witted figure eventually pulled her up.

The woman shrieks with a shrill cry. But I didn't take my hand off the woman's mouth and body. And as much as this, I grabbed her by the neck with the thought of having to check it out now, and there I could find the same employee ID as the man holding the camera.

My hands are shaking. This woman also had an employee card renewed a week ago. I feel nauseous and have a headache. There was a sense of dimness in the encounter with something intangible that I didn't expect.

I squeeze out the employee card from her neck.

Clearly it's a stiff, properly coated employee card. The neat computer-printed letters and the outside paintings felt by experts even looked sophisticated, and the picture of a woman smiling brightly on one side of her employee card gave her a glimpse of the everyday life of civilization after a long time.

But the picture seemed to say that everything was a simple nightmare, and that your footstep was only a breeze. I can feel ridicule. The woman in the picture was just smiling, but I felt that smile was a mockery of my own mischief.

I made eye contact with the woman in the picture for a long time and exhaled everything with my breath. And when the breaths that went up into the sky were scattered like cigarette smoke, I was finally forced to drop my employee card on the floor. A ringing of the ears. My head hurts and I get confused. And after a moment's swoon, he breathed out like his last terminal.

And that's not the end of my act. I began searching the woman's body as if she were in a fit of fits, and took away all the supplies and information she had. The woman swallowed up her constant screams and tears, but I couldn't even afford to sympathize with her.

All the goods hang on the floor. Wallets, I.D., local maps, a notebook full of things, and finally a small screen......... even a satellite phone.

No, absolutely not. But the reality that I thought wouldn't hit me, makes my head panic for a moment. I instinctively moved my body in the midst of confusion in my head and tried to find evidence.

And I was able to read roughly the goals and reasons she had come here by opening up her hectic written regional maps and notebooks. a cause of dysentery The reason why it felt so unfamiliar to a woman, everything was explained, but the truth is buried. I threw my notebook as I read the last word of the letter that the woman would have written hard.

Secret, and coverage.

Don't be ridiculous, what good is coverage in this world? But these people used the word "report" as if to show off, and sneaked in here. They certainly had a destination. But they don't....... I didn't know. Just like those who don't know what happened here, like those who don't know how many people have died in this city, they don'

My eyes are dimmed, and soon words of trembling come out of my mouth.

Who the hell are you?…?’

The back of the neck had stiffened, and the hand holding the firewood knife had trembled profusely. I let go of the hand that was covering the woman's mouth, and waited for her with tears to say anything.

They're all lies. They're all made by themselves. I waited for you to tell me that all the predictions I had just guessed were false. But the words from her mouth plunged the dagger into my heart without mercy.

'Sa, the living......... no one is alive......... I'm sure...... he said he didn't have it...….’

All the pain is coming in. The agony and pain that I endured and endured began to flock together. I thought I could just live. I thought Chae-yeon could grow up well and there was only a place where my party could live safely.

A sense of mission, instinct, earnestness. The goal that contained everything was like a source that moved me. But the solid tower just felt crumbling down with this woman's words. I breathed out my sighs, and I let out my accumulated sorrow, and soon I shouted at the woman in a voice of deep resentment.

'Who said that?Who says there's no one alive?’

Tangerine.

Kuck.

The firecracker knife I was holding falls to the floor. And my hand, which laid down the sword, turned to the neck of the woman, who was shedding tears. When the thin neck was held in my hand, the last breath that seemed to break came through her neck.

Knock, knock.

The woman struggled, swallowing an insatiable scream, but my hand seems to have no intention of letting go of her neck. The field of vision narrows, and only thick tinnitus is heard in the ears. I swallowed the black mud that I felt inside.

ah ah

Even after swallowing the mud, the black residue does not disappear. My mind and body slowly rot in like the despair that encroaches on my body. And as time goes by, the face of the woman I hold the neck begins to turn pale.

The woman was breathing her last breath, unable to even resist. She'll probably die soon, if you hold her like this. But the last reason left in my head whispers to me like this.

What are you doing?

When I let go of my hand, a life that is too light lasts. The woman fell to the floor and grabbed her neck, and soon breathed frantically to live with a squeak. I gazed at the scene, lifting up my hand that was holding her neck.

Shivering, my hands, now as firm as my heart, were shaking. Chae-yeon... ...I miss Chae-yeon. Kang Soo-ryeon, old man, Yong-pal, Doo-sik. I really wanted to see the group who told me that I was living.

‘!!!’

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

And while I was enchanted, the time of the city was passing. From beyond that alley, I began to hear the sound of them coming in, and my neck naturally turned toward you. Yeah, it's even more strange that they didn't react when they screamed like that.

Quite a few people were running towards this place as if they had followed me when I heard the shouting. But I reached out without trembling or hesitation and grabbed the firearm knife that fell nearby.

Funny. I'm so sick and tired, and this city doesn't even wait for that moment.

ah ah

He looks up at the sky and spits out a mixture of lamentations. I wanted to ask someone. I wanted to ask someone once in the reality of throwing me into the rough tide. What the hell is this, and why am I....... Are you holding the knife without hesitation at this moment?

And when I ran to them, I answered the questions I asked them.

To go back

You've come too far.

* * *

"Well, I didn't know anything...….’

I ignored her crying, chewing on tough dog food. The foul smell of bad food and bad smell of fish that does not come from human food, and the nausea came because the food was already not working. But I tried to save my stamina and calories, swallowing even that nausea.

Chewing the last feed, checking the wristwatch, the hour hand and minute hand were pointing exactly at 5:10 p.m. In a few more minutes the sun will begin to set. I boldly abandoned my plan to return to Eden on that day. This is because the sudden variable has twisted the future ahead, let alone tomorrow.

'Mr. Man... ...please save me, will you? I'll tell you everything...….’

The woman I dragged into the corner of the hallway begged me with tears in her eyes. She had her arms and legs tied with an electric wire. But starting to chat alone earlier, it seemed like he was trying to defend himself, roughly guessing what was going on here. But I ignored her words from beginning to end, and now I put up with it. In the end, he got up from his seat.

Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud.

As I walked towards myself, the woman trembled convulsively and began to crawl endlessly toward the end of the corridor, where there was nowhere to run. But when I reached the end of the corridor, I could see no more way to go back. Then she eventually crouched under my feet and crouched down to protect herself, and I stopped walking, looking at the figure quietly. The woman is shaking. But what came to me was not compassion and protective instincts, but the boundaries that come from uncertainty.

It's foggy. And far away, at the end of the fog, there was an unlikely end point. No one knew whether the end of the road would be a cliff or another. But I have faced a terrible reality like a man who needs to know the truth, and I get my reason back.

You need to know, you need to find out more. I decided to take this woman to Eden, realizing that this was an opportunity that would never come again.

'If you don't want to bite them, shut up.’

There was no need for kindness and kindness. I once again urged her not to make any noise, yelling at her. Then the woman nodded frantically, avoiding my gaze, and soon shivering in the corner. They must have felt their fears as they came all the way here. I came back to my seat, hoping that the woman would take my warning well.

The floor was full of items collected from the man's body and items taken from the woman's whole body. I gathered information by checking them one by one, and began to gather it in one place and carry on the long logic. Of course it would be faster to ask that shivering woman over there. But I was instinctively reluctant to women, and I feel a strange sense of vigilance that I don't even want to talk to.

I didn't want to talk, and I didn't want to accept anything that wasn't clear. A state of fear, life in danger. Even ordinary people were more likely to lie for themselves. So the proper questioning will have to be done with Eden's arrival. But my ironclad rule that records don't lie did not give up getting information from items they took from them.

The reality is remote. And it's far away, and it feels so difficult. I have rationalized myself and sought a legitimate excuse to evade the huge truth that I might not accept myself for a moment.

Yeah, it's a priority to go to Eden. Let's ask the most reliable old man there together. My party, always standing behind me. I imagined Eden's main gate to unfold far away, holding on to my frantic beating heart and a spirit that seemed about to break.

The party waits.

I opened up my notebook taken from her and murmured like that.