I'm still alive

We returned safely to Eden. The damage was all caused by a scratch on the dragon's arm that fell while running hurriedly and bruises left on my right arm. It was very minor damage for treating strains in the worst-case scenario.

When Eden's main gate opened, all guards and staff came to meet him to help clean up and clean up the mess, and the waiting medical staff rushed to watch us. And there were a lot of people around the main gate maybe because it was the time when the day was over.

"Mr. Dong-

The guards and staff welcomed our return, accepting my guns and luggage myself, as if they could not even tolerate me taking off my own equipment. And in between, familiar-faced silver-rimmed glasses rushed out and called my name gladly.

In the past, he would have always kept an expressionless face and treated me in a businesslike manner, but the hardships, hardships, and the death of the group leader seemed to have changed silver-rimmed glasses. The silver-rimmed glasses came this way, calling my name in a friendly manner like a friend, and I greeted him naturally with a look on my face-to-face. As always, when work is done, ask for a handshake and hold hands together.

'Isn't that too much of a welcome?'

Most of the staff and expenses working at the front door seem to have come out. I certainly didn't remember ordering you to do anything like this, but it was an excessive welcome to the point where it was said that you were happy. I made a joke in case the silver-rimmed glasses were planned, but the silver-rimmed glasses answered, shaking their heads as if they meant what.

'Everyone volunteered without saying anything. Read the article or a few lines from the newspaper club later to find out why. I'm telling you because I don't think you're interested.’

Newspaper club? Oh, I remember there were people posting newsletters on the bulletin board in the center of Eden. Even those who existed in the early days are still doing what they want to do, enduring the harsh waves. I was going to talk to my silver-rimmed glasses for a later meeting, saying I'd be sure to read them. But at that moment there came the voice of a woman tearing apart, and the man in the middle of our party hurriedly turned his head.

'Changsik!'

Baby!!!’

Honey? The moment I heard the cry, I was speechless, and the old man drinking water over there coughed violently, spouting water. He called him "senior" just yesterday, but he seems to change his nickname to "unfamiliar" when he's alone. It was a moment when the impression of a man who was really like an elite journalist was shattered by that one word and the nag he is making now.

Of course, it was Seo Min-jeong, a woman who would have waited anxiously for us. She ran frantically towards this side with a pale face and scattered hair, and Chang-sik also crossed the middle of the crowd as soon as he found her. And Eun-te's glasses standing next to me, with a bright smile, raised the glasses.

Are you the one who saved this time? Fortunately, you seem to have reunited with someone you care about.’

Without knowing the details, the silver-rimmed glasses seemed to think she was simply a resident of Eden. Unable to give a detailed explanation, I nodded in a daze and carefully scratched the back of my head, frowning in the middle of my forehead at the thought that I would have to tell all the truth in an hour or two.

Hugging, kissing, crying. I watched the couple's love affair for a while and ended up turning my head away. Then he looked at the group, disarmed and lined up. Although the party looked tired, they gave me relief and reassurance through young confidence in their eyes. I raised my mouth to laugh and spoke to the party who was waiting for my instructions.

Thank you all for your hard work. Go back to your quarters, have dinner, and wash up. And we have an important meeting today, so let's meet at the group leader's office around 9.’

When we started, we all shouted for survival, but when we disbanded, we ended the day with laughter instead of solemnity. I'm glad you're alive. I'm glad your company is safe. We cleared away the anxiety we felt during the day with a smile that emanated after dissolution.

The order of dissolution, which was made in a comfortable atmosphere, ended like that, and the party was scattered in all directions, each making a noise. And I went back to the quarters, leaving a brief farewell to the silver-rimmed spectacles, who were keeping their seats, looking at the figure quietly, to see you at nine.

But when I arrived at the hotel, I felt strange because all the people who had just ordered to disband were gathered at the hotel. A meal that follows in a noisy, distracting manner. Yongpal and Dahye are very annoying to me as if they are bored. This seems to be the extension of work.

* * *

"What's with the writing? Even kindergarteners passing by will use it better than you.’

I'm writing a letter on a clean piece of paper, next to me an old man wearing magnifying glasses gives me a pint. I had no choice but to shrug my shoulders and check the contents of the letter again, and put the pen down looking at the crooked handwriting. It was definitely something for the residents to see, but it was very messy. I didn't know about the diary because I was writing and reading it comfortably, but I guess I wrote worse than I thought. The old man with his tongue twitched up took my paper and said,

'You've written the whole story, haven't you? I'll write for you.’

It's 8:50 p.m. now. Ten minutes later, we had to have the most important meeting in Eden's history. And tomorrow when the sun rises, all residents of Eden will hear the truth from their employees as soon as they go to work. The tragic reality that I endured and endured. But it was a typhoon that had to face, so all the crew aboard Eden needed time to prepare.

And one hour before the meeting began, I headed first to the group leader's office, and began to write letters that I had never written before. I'm sorry to have to tell you this tragic fact, and we'll still be able to do well. It was a sincere letter to my party and to the people of Eden. It wasn't a touching and touching letter, but I had the feeling that I must deliver this message to the survivors living on this land.

* * *

[The contents of the letter are enclosed in appendix 2.]

* * *

The old man had a reason why he offered to ghostwrite. The old man, wearing magnifying glasses and writing in a decent posture, seemed to see an old scholar. And the letters on the letter were also neat sperms that seemed to pop out of the computer, and sometimes the typos that were fixed were accurate. When I was surprised by his unusual appearance, the old man smiled insignificantly and inserted the letter into the filing.

'The school has one copy machine, so I'll take care of it on the way.'

Too sudden sad news. Obviously, most of the residents will be confused, and they may show hatred they've been hiding. Knowing how scary it was to have something to be angry about in a difficult situation, I had been in a bit of a quandary for a while.

Of course, after consulting with the elderly, I thought of some ways to maintain security and stabilize it, but I wanted the residents to know what they really meant by writing on this small letterhead ahead of those policies.

'Dong-yoon... ...don't worry too much.’

The old man gave me words of consolation, taking off his magnifying glasses quietly, as if he knew enough of the heart. Looking silently at the subtle flickering light, and the scenery of Eden behind it, I nodded.

A star in the sky. We were the only ones who had changed, even though we had overcome the rough odds. And as the door opened, the people who were going to hold today's meeting slowly entered.

* * *

As you know, the deaths of group leaders and executives had left many holes in Eden's chain of command. Of course, the important seats were filled by experienced members of our party and a group of Park Dae-bak, but the senior positions that require other experiences and are difficult to leave were selected as priorities by those chosen by Eun-teh glasses themselves. Of course, there was no inconvenience because they were all friendly people to me.

The day I first came to Eden, I felt new to think about the time when I felt strange. Everyone was like my enemy, and the leader of the fighting group was impatient to eat me up. But my story, which progressed step by step, was already standing here. Now the conference room is not a place to fight for each other's interests, but a place of dialogue that sincerely worries about the future.

The introduction was long. A lot of talk came and gone, but I didn't mean to write all that miserable process in my diary. It was simple. I confided all the truth to the group gathered here and to the newly elected staff officers, and watched with a calm heart the images of the people responding to each.

From those who turn pale to those who show strong hostility toward the government. The women's camp even burst into small tears, perhaps because they couldn't beat him.

have mixed feelings I was expecting it, but in such a violent reaction I sighed and turned my eyes to the other side. And the old man who was sitting next to me was sipping hot coffee with a stiff face. Feeling like laying a fuse in a tranquil lake, I waited until people calmed down, licking my dry lips in the cold wind.

And as time went by, the intense atmosphere began to subside little by little. This silence, which now filled the conference room, could have been vanity, or acceptance facing reality. But neither side could console mentally challenged people. I couldn't keep my mouth shut for a while. But at that moment, Eun-te's glasses, which were silent among people, were the first to clear up the chaos and asked me.

There's a reason why you said it was an important meeting....... Are you trying to decide what you're going to do in the future?’

Yes, what silver-rimmed glasses said was the important meaning of this meeting. There could have been a sense of betrayal and hatred right now. And he could have wanted to run out in vain and curse reality. So did I, so did the old, and so did the faces of those who heard the truth.

But the moment of despair was not now. Others may give up, but we should never. I said with a clenched fist.

'It's something I can't decide by myself. So I need your help.’

We had a bond because we were survivors. It was an invisible but catchable thing, a glue of assembly that always floats beside us. I believed in these people and the survivors of the city. The strength that has survived so far is what I believe will never collapse until the end is seen. And at my sincere answer, people's eyes slowly turned this way.

'Help me. It's not time to give up.'

* * *

I get up early in the morning and get ready for work.

The meeting went on that day after that. Working overtime and staying up all night is basic, and once a meeting begins, it has become a daily routine to stay up all night. As such, our executives were so fierce that they resorted to work, work, and work without a single break.

Gathering information, distributing supplies, gathering survivors. There was a mountain of work to do, but the only thing that kept coming was a sense of hopelessness. That, of course, was not without good measures.

Also, the first opinion that came out was to inform the government that we were alive and to be rescued. However, the agenda was dismissed as soon as it came out, which was due to circumstantial difficulties and a sense of extreme betrayal toward the government. The government that sealed off the area with all survivors left, will they really rescue us? Don't make me laugh. It would be a good thing if they didn't do massacres to cover up.

And the second was the usual method of straightening. The agenda was agreed upon by militant members of the cadres and the party in charge of the fighting, who were the opinion that we should first break into the barrier and strike a government that blocked the area. Of course, this method was rejected as soon as it was mentioned, as soon as it was called out, it was cursed by an old man. The reason was that it was practically impossible, and the risk was too great.

According to Kim Chang-sik, North Korea and the Republic of Korea are in extreme confrontation and the situation is continuing. If you literally light a fuse, there will be a war that will bring everything to the end. But what if we hit the government first in that situation? Although there will be a small disturbance at the scene, the aftermath will never be small.

Now that the international community has been silent due to labor pains, the government may have moved in earnest to bury everything. That is why we should not hide as much as possible and even tell them that survivors have formed a group.

And a week after the rejection, rejection and the bursting of the meeting, more and more realistic agenda items began to emerge. It was to use the journalists we rescued this time. The old man who put forward the bill sometimes said that the pen is stronger than the sword, and asked us to get the two out of the blockade area with the classified materials we obtained.

The confidential data found at the headquarters remained intact what the government tried to cover up and evidence. From what we abandoned, to remarks by government figures who made unethical choices. If it were to go outside, public opinion at home would be seething, even though no other international community would know. democratic checks from the separation of powers It was the only way we could do for the government.

And I insinuated to Kim Chang-sik last night that while media control was taking place, I could get this kind of news. Then, Kim Chang-sik nodded with a firm face and said, "All journalists who had the same thoughts as him gathered and promised to broadcast this show even if they had to die." And with the pledge, the meeting began to ride on the good wind.

Today is the last day of the meeting to come up with a concrete plan. I got up early in the morning and washed up, and kept my features neat to face people. the busy quarters and people before sunrise And as soon as I was about to get out of all the preparations, someone knocked on the front door.

Who's this early in the morning? Feeling suspicious, I slowly opened the front door forward. Then there was a figure staring at me with a dark face, which was completely unexpected. A white gown with a strong sweaty smell and a tired face. He was a researcher man after a long time.