I'm still alive

The dinner menu was a piece of bread, hot water, and nutritional supplements from the medical staff. Since they were people who had no cooking experience, they didn't think of cooking anything, and Yong-pal tried to make the hard-boiled porridge he had at the apartment complex last time, but he had to face the old man in the back. However, the market was a side dish, and the hard bread and hot water that I ate after moving busily were more delicious than I thought. In the midst of such a quiet dining atmosphere, Yongpal asked me, breaking the silence.

Brother, what are you going to do in the future?’

The group, who were eating, looked up and looked at me as if they had waited. Yeah, the mission failed, and the target that was trying to make a deal turned into a robbery. Of course, it has been handled neatly, but the fact that we have to decide what to do in the future remains unchanged.

I breathed out silently and turned my head away. And there was a prisoner, trembling his whole body and complaining of pain.

Ugh! Ugh!

There was a groan of pain coming out of the mouth of the gagged man. Apparently Du-sik had his legs trimmed properly, but the man, who was shedding tears at the pain of a broken bone, remained sober longer than expected.

Once the meal is over, the old man and I are going to question him. Everyone, take a good rest and stay alert. I'll make a decision after that.’

It was not a matter of hasty judgment. We looked slowly at the prisoner, who would have ruined it, but still had enough time to find a way back. The old man's eyes glowed sharply, and the group's expression of eating is also fierce. a terrifying act under the guise of the word Everyone knew, but everyone was silent. What happened in this darkness will only be remembered by the moon, which was floating alone.

* * *

'You bastards, you've done this more than once. They knew there were survivors inside.’

Their belongings were neatly placed on the simple desk. And the old man, who was looking at them one by one, spat on the floor and told me if he had found any clue to identify them. Not once or twice, but......... I knew it. I walked slowly toward the belongings the old man was looking at, taking my gaze off from the eyes of the afflicted man. A brown diary the size of my diary. There was a list of people who had carried out the deal.

from a month at most to a week at most We were not the only ones in contact with smugglers, and quite a few people's names were written here. But what they had in common was that most of them tried to get out of the containment area and there was a comb on the side with a red pen. The words written next to the comb are processing and working. What these words mean......, I could guess at any fool's arrival.

A total of 102 victims. Ten people were painted with blue raindrops that did not know what they meant, and all 90 were plastered with red rain. And only two of them were written in clear, colorless letters, one of which was Kim Chang-sik and a woman at the station. Perhaps if I hadn't accompanied and let my guard down a little, the two would have died without even knowing the reason. I patted my index finger on the notebook and slowly hardened my face.

So, did you kill them all?’

My question was directed to the one who was exactly tied up. Most of the people they say they have dealt with were survivors struggling inside the blockade. Now you can live, and you have trampled on those who might be hopeful of getting out of here in the name of desire and money, and left them in this gloomy gray city for ever.

Even though they knew how unfair they were, they left out their backs and their lives. Apart from trying to attack us, I was very unhappy to think that they were no different from vagrants.

I quietly released his gag.

‘!’

But the answer I heard was Chinese I didn't understand and dirty hostility towards this side. I silently brooded on the unpleasant air, and the old man behind me came so casually that he had just bashed his bamboo barrel away.

I didn't just slap him on the cheek with my hand. There was a piece of concrete in the old man's hand, and he lifted it up and blew up his bamboo barrel. From his mouth came a terrible scream with a piece of teeth. But the old man gagged him as if it was not worth listening to.

'I know how to speak Korean, asshole.’

The old man was assured. The guy who has responded to what we've been saying since a while ago, he thinks he can avoid answering if he speaks Chinese. But my opponent is me and the old man. For us, who had ever opened the mouths of vicious and beggarly vagabonds, he looked like a child's cute act. The old man grabbed his head and recited quietly.

I know a good doctor. He's such a good man that he won't let you die in vain.’

We're angels in white, he's devil in white. The gap will depend on what we do to him. And he looked at us with his eyes shaking violently as if he knew how to speak Korean, and he groaned lightly at the pain felt in his mouth and cheeks.

I drew the sword quietly and approached him. The old man next to him quietly asked him questions, scratching an iron skewer on the concrete floor that he didn't know where he got it from.

'How far do you think we can go?’

What would we say if we look at what we are now in the past? How can you kill people so easily? How do you think of torturing people? All ethics frameworks naturally say not to, but the change is shorter than you think, but it has come directly. The old man always told me this when he was doing this kind of work. If you feel guilty and afraid of yourself, it's only natural. But if you still have time to do it, just admit it easily.

It's nothing compared to living.

* * *

'Brother! Have a meal!

I can't open my eyes because I feel like someone is shaking me. Then in front of my eyes, Yong-pal was looking at me with an excited face, and strangely enough, the smell of something very delicious was stimulating the tip of his nose. You think he came here without me knowing? It seems to be preparing breakfast, but it was never the smell that would be made by the hands of our hands. I woke up from my seat feeling suspicious and could find an old man grooming a gun beside me.

What's going on?’

'Oh, are you up? What did she make in the morning?’

Woman? Oh, that station girl? It smells very good for an old man to speak casually. I rubbed my face roughly, feeling the aftermath of my late sleep last night, and gulped over the water that Yong-pal himself took care of. Tired and hungry.

He checked his physical condition on the spot and turned his head toward the direction of the delicious smell. Then there was a station woman, who looked lively unlike yesterday, boiling something in front of the burner.

Long hair is tied tightly, and breathing out in front of a hot burner is contrary to yesterday's anxious appearance. And Kim Chang-sik was busy running errands next to him and preparing breakfast for us. Now he's completely bent over here. I quietly smacked my lips and gave a light smile. After a long time, I felt like I could eat food made by other people, not by our party.

So completed are instant soup and boiled eggs. When asked where they came from because they were not the ingredients we brought, Park Dae-bak said they were from their tents. A large quantity of goods in kind and other books were good things we had. We began a strong breakfast by melting the toast in a warm soup, and talked quietly with a brighter look than yesterday. And toward the end of the meal, I told the party.

'Last night, the interrogation was over.’

The party and the broadcasting station hordes only knew that the interrogation had been carried out, but the detailed process and conclusion are unknown. What everyone was curious about in common, but they were waiting for my words without asking hastily because they knew what face we had returned after yesterday's interrogation. And when I brought it up, the group put down their spoons and focused all their eyes on me. I saw such a group and briefly explained what we heard last night.

Once the route for them to steal people was in the form of a double-contract with another group. He says a massive evacuation is taking place in many countries that have already been hit. Of course, it's not until the overthrow of the state, but there will certainly be places where government protection is out of reach under chaotic circumstances, and there will also be refugees who come to Korea to live.

The group he spoke of was acting as a broker to send overseas refugees to Korea for money. And the smugglers we killed were there for a while and doing business pretending to be refugees. Of course, it has turned into a garbage dump now, but when I first heard it, I thought it was a really plausible way.

And I and the old man were able to get the name, location, and phone number of an organization that illegally pulls refugees from him. He had confided everything after terrible torture, and had begged to live to the end. He said he'd guide you, and if you let me live, he'd take care of those two and let them go. And the answer has already been swept away by the wind last night. He will face the same end as the survivors they thought so ridiculous.

And the party, who heard all the stories, showed quite positive responses, nodded, and two broadcasting station employees looked as if they were missing a sick person. And our question leader Yongpal raised his hand to ask me if he still has any questions.

So can anyone else go out with you?’

The subject of the contract has changed from retail to wholesale. That means it can take out a lot of people who are not relatively. It's not that the old man and I didn't think of it. That's why I asked him the number he could escape from, but the answer I heard made him give up thinking neatly. The old man answered Yongpal and his party instead of me.

'It's meaningless if it's not all.’

Perhaps our party will be able to escape if only the spot is ready. But what about the others? What about the others left in Eden? The ark was too small for them to ride on. And the bad idea that we should escape alone. While writing a diary, the disgusting idea was a way for me, not only the elderly, but also my party. I didn't forget to keep this story a secret to prevent Eden's confusion.

'First of all, let's re-pay in Eden, and reschedule.’

I really don't have time now. I planned to arrange a day's time for readjustment, and contact the group as soon as possible. The goal has changed, but the purpose has not changed. We finished our breakfast quickly, and destroyed the traces that we were here. And just before he was about to depart for Eden after all his preparations, the old man made a small suggestion to me and the party.

All 90 victims who were killed by them have been dumped around here. They left the dead by the side of the road as if they were wasting time burying people, and all the dead were prey to the monsters, leaving no bones. They don't even know their names or faces. The survivors' farewells, who were trying to live in this hell, ended with our now fading silent tribute. I wish I could be swept away by the short wind of 30 seconds and reach there.

* * *

Eden, who arrived in four hours. I dispersed the party and quickly unpacked the equipment and luggage. I called up all the cadres without a moment to catch my breath, and announced the failure of the operation that I had put in place a day earlier. But the executives seemed more curious about whether our party was okay than the news that the operation had failed. When I smiled at the scene and said there were no casualties, the executives looked relieved.

A warm atmosphere and a good air, I didn't miss that time and explained to them the new measures we had taken. Then the interior of the office, which was whispering, quickly turned into a noisy conference room, and the executives began to make quick plans, frantically compiling the information I had brought. As time went by, and the outline came out, it became a dark evening. I sighed a long sigh, looking out in the dark.

I don't know how the day goes. When I was in the conference room with my eyes open, the passing time and the sun were only boring now. I took out a satellite phone that would mark the end of the day, quietly brooding over the passage of time like the archipelago. I took over the number and location correctly to him. I was thinking of contacting the executives to get things done as soon as possible.

[.]

When I dialed the number and tried to make a call, fortunately, the signal was The connecting note, which was heard finely over the phone, was enough to silence all the executives inside the conference room, and a tense atmosphere dominated the inside of the conference room.

The diversion of smugglers, it was enough to raise awareness that the subject of the deal could always be an enemy. I silently waited for a response from my opponent, making eye contact with the old man, who shone sharply as advice.

[Sighs]

It was connected. There was clearly a sigh of man at the end of the connection. I waited for an answer, quietly stiffening my expression, but the other side was silent, breathing as if they would keep their mouths shut until I spoke out. And after a minute, I finally couldn't stand it and opened my mouth first.

'Man, woman. Two in total.'

I had to let him go no matter what. Now I was in a position to cling to the only way, but I was never in a hurry. Breathe and try to calm the pounding heart. And I slowly got up from my seat at the top of the conference room, receiving everyone's attention. Outside the window I could see Eden's calm sinking.

[Who are you? There are only two bastards who know the number. How come you've never heard of that voice?]

The voice from the phone was unexpectedly female. And the woman poured out strong enmity against me in a thick tone that contradicts her voice. Two people knew the number, but the contact of the non-trading person was enough to alert them. But I didn't intend to explain them one by one, and recite the resolute sentences again.

'Man, woman. Two in total.'

[......I don't know what he's doing, but we don't deal with strangers. If you don't want to search, hang up and find another place.]

A woman's thick curse hits my ear. However, hearing the swearing and rejection, I touched my finger without changing my expression, and I had a taste in front of the wrong atmosphere from the beginning. These guys, they seemed to know that we killed smugglers. I opened my mouth with a hunch that I could no longer make normal transactions with that voice full of hostility.

'I know where you are.’

He found out that he couldn't say anything by cutting off three fingers. One outside the blockade, and one inside the blockade. I don't know why, but they had two home bases, and I knew where one of them was. And the last thing I said to the other side was really a pure threat. I know where you are, which means I can visit you anytime if I don't want to trade. Of course... ...it's not just a bluffing.

As soon as she heard what I said, she grinned as if dumbfounded. And soon I began to laugh with a fit of laughter, perhaps knowing that what I said was a threat. I listened quietly to the laughter coming over the phone and waited for the other side's answer. The nerves on the fingertips are numb, and the feeling of last night's cut-off of his fingers is vividly conveyed.

[Crazy bastard! What the hell are you doing?] You killed a couple of punks, and you don't see anything in front of you, do you?]

The woman stopped laughing for a moment and made a serious face. And he responded faithfully to the threat he made to himself and gnawed his teeth as if to kill me. But I didn't answer, slowly inhaling and inflating my lungs. It's not a smooth road, though I expected it. But there is no other way, so I try to walk forward without hesitation.

[Why aren't you answering, you little prick!] What if you know where we are?….]

'Tomorrow.'

I answered the woman by interrupting her speech.

Maybe our dealings with smugglers have been twisted since the moment we killed them. They, who are of their own kind, seemed hostile to us and had no intention of doing business, and I gave up a clean and peaceful way without long agony.

But I gave up the handshake, not the blade. I didn't mean to run away behind the cliff. I had to get those two out somehow, and they have the only way out. If you don't give it to us, we'll go find out. I wish they were at least shorter than smugglers.

'I'll see you there tomorrow.’