I'm still alive

Why don't you make them do it?

'It's all right.'

The old man looks this way with a bad expression. But I answered briefly with a faint smile, and handed the map I had been looking at since a while ago to the old man. We had a safe night and got ready to depart for Eden early in the morning. Of course, unlike when he first came, he is taking care of the survivors, but the atmosphere was not bad due to the easy mission success. And I woke up thinking that the good atmosphere should continue.

'I'll catch up, go ahead.’

I've always led the party in the lead, but for today the old man will lead the party. Because, I still have work to do here. And last night the old man, who had finished talking to me in advance, gave a long sigh, and nodded his head as if he couldn't help it.

As we had no time to delay the march, which required all the prisoners with essential information and all the survivors to join this time, we soon parted from the crossroads and took our respective paths.

The place I'm headed for is the vacant lot in front of the town hall. There were no buildings around, so the view was open, and there was a large space for village events. As I took a heavy step toward the place, the wind slowly pushed my back. Be cruel, be cool. The wind that froze even the opposite sex was whispering cruelty, not just justification, for what I had to do. But I soon arrived at the vacant lot, spitting out even the dregs.

‘!!’

Ew! Ew! Ew!

I took out a cigarette I borrowed from Park Dae-bak and slowly took it to my mouth. It's a cigarette that doesn't smoke, doesn't enjoy, but for now, it needed a breakthrough to put this beggar's mood elsewhere. The sparks from the lighter, like a cough, and the small cough from my mouth, were representing my dry heart inside. I looked at the men flinching all over from the front. A young red light at the end of the cigarette changes their blocked scream to a different name.

Coughing.

It's hard, it's not human either. I was half-blooded with a rough cough but threw the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it with my foot. Then he slowly swallowed the bitter inner voice that remained in his mouth, and quietly recited it to the men of the suit and those who looked at me with mournful eyes.

'I'm sorry.'

Of course I wasn't sorry for them. But I could give at least one short mockery to those who died here today. They die. But the party doesn't know. No, I didn't let it happen. I didn't want to make my party feel this dirty and talk to people who are already living in a beggar-like world. I breathed a deep sigh, quietly lowering my heavy gun like a thunderbolt.

'Before he left, he hung the bodies all over the hall. Maybe when I get out of here, there'll be blood sniffers. You don't need to know why, but it's probably accurate.’

The exact duration of the drug has been calculated, and the bodies that will lure them here have already been scattered throughout the town and the hall. Run away? I can't hit it. They were tied with a thick string that could never be cut, and there is not a single place to ask for help nearby.

If I leave here, they'll come. That meant that they had to die without even being able to resist the hell that would unfold here. As soon as my words were over, the prisoners bound in one place reacted furiously and sent me begging and hostility. But I gave them my eyes to the end, foreseeing the cruel scenery that would unfold before their eyes rather than pity.

'This is how you die.’

Yesterday I found various accounts at their home. And the first thing I thought of when I first discovered it was that they shouldn't live. Buggerheads, scumbags that suck the blood of the dying.

The source of the black dregs rotted my insides and my mind so much that I could not even guess from where it was wrong. Bitter smoke gushes out of the mouth. And the afterglow spread out like a haze, telling me what to do.

I approach the struggling men and tie up the loose ropes, and block the hole to run to the last minute. They gave me a deafening scream and cursed me endlessly to save or kill. The flowing tears, runny noses, and dirt that drowns the floor blow away all their reason with fear that death has arrived.

It's not a dream, it's a reality. There was no hope of living. As everyone who has been dying felt, they had to know that.

I got up from my seat after finishing the work. And he tries to keep his dry mood with his bag and gun on the floor. No feelings, no agitation, no agitation can shake me. I felt a sense of alienation in my heart that had dried up like this world, and I was rather thankful that it was me. I wanted to ask. Can everything really go back to its original state? I've come this far, can I go back to my place? And I didn't feel worth answering that question.

The wind is blowing. I stepped in the direction in which the party started. Located on the middle of the mountain, Gaenarigol of Cheonggye Mountain was a quiet rural village, so it had a peaceful atmosphere. But in that forest, which was covered by numerous trees and formed a shadow, there were a lot of people waiting for me to get out of the village soon. Close my eyes and see nothing, but I could see and feel a lot beyond the obscured darkness. Unjust, but no regrets.

* * *

'Oh, brother! Is your stomach okay?’

When he joins a group not far away, Yong-pal, who was being scolded by an old man, approaches with a welcoming wave. And at that moment, the eyes of all the people who were walking forward turned to me, and I was asked if my stomach was okay, and if I had a good trip to the bathroom. I nodded with a smile. And he gave a sly answer to the concerned party.

'It's been a while since I had meat, so I guess it didn't go well.’

The woman's private warehouse was stacked with processed meat for both the party and the refugees. Of course, I didn't even touch my mouth because it didn't taste good, but I ate as much as I could and ran across the party with my stomachache acting. It's a very nice atmosphere. They announced that they would have a rest period for about a week when they returned to Eden, so the group marched hard with a spirit of walking on their way home from work. And I walked towards the familiar lead, and soon took the road to Eden.

Time passes quietly. We walk endlessly, chat quietly, and occasionally tell silly jokes to soothe our boredom. But that's only for a moment, when the march began to pick up speed, they all kept their mouths shut to save their stamina. Furthermore, with refugees and prisoners, it is expected to be a long way home.

The party skillfully distributed their strength, and kindly comforted the anxious refugees. So we were becoming one wheel and gradually approaching Eden. Then, about two hours later, we were able to get within range of our activities, and the old man approached me and whispered in a small voice as I was walking away from the lead with the party.

I've already reported it to Eden. Maybe I'll finish the story before we arrive. Let's make a move toward getting the two out as soon as possible.’

Less than two days later, detailed plans began to be worked out, less than how fast the work was handled. I gently turned my head and looked at some of the hostages trudging along, blindfolded, and nodded again, restoring my gaze forward. Now that I know the way, I didn't have to worry. Upon arrival at Eden, you will check your equipment and physical strength and have a short break. And it was time to send out our much-awaited arrow.

'Well done.'

The old man pats me on the shoulder and goes back to my place. Hard work, it was the end of a mission that had been going on for nearly a month. I breathed a sigh, feeling like I was shaking off the tiredness and thoughts that had been buried all over my body, and moved the stiff muscles to release them. And I was going to look at the old man who was going back to his place and give him a good rest when he arrived.

‘.’

But the moment I opened my mouth to answer, a cold and fierce wind blows and blocks my words. I poked my mouth in bewilderment before the strange airflow that had suddenly swarmed, and felt with my whole body the vagueness which seemed to have just fallen into the water.

It's not a normal wind. The wind that had just blown up contained an eerie enough to awaken the hidden nerves in a moment. I looked at the group walking in amazement, but everyone seemed to feel nothing.

‘?’

I stopped in a towering position as if my legs had turned into roots. And I looked around frantically, bewildered by the aftermath that seemed to have thrown a rock into a calm lake. Gray city, this city with this dreadful stillness, was warning me something.

The current that was flowing to one side turned into a bird that was raging in all directions. The completely changed atmosphere was giving me a sense of alienation, which was terrible and unfamiliar, as if the place I knew had turned around.

Suddenly? Why all of a sudden?

I felt like I was suddenly caught in the back of my head. Among them, the survival instinct that only I feel, I keep closing my eyes, exhaling the instinct that leaks out like an open coke. My ears are ringing and my skin is burning. As soon as my back of my head became stiff, I could feel the gaze looking at me from me. My fingertips flinched and relied only on instinct and soon turned their heads in the direction of pungent gaze.

‘.’

And there were those who were staring at us, with their heads sticking out by the side of the road or in the alley that was being turned. They're supposed to be idiots during the day. But just as ghosts sneak a peek at us, there were dozens of them watching us.

Not budging, not even making strange noises. Those who had their eyes fixed on them remained in place like dolls. I got goosebumps, poking up all my nerves and ringing an alarm in my head.

'Oh, Dong-yoon. What's wrong with you?'

The old man, who had been walking with his party for a long time, asked with a suspicious face if he had only found what I had stopped now. When the old man stopped, the other party also stopped, and soon all the ranks stopped and looked at me in the lead. I can feel the gaze. I swallowed my saliva, and asked in a small voice at an old man who knew nothing.

'Old man, did you spray before we left?’

'I did.

Yeah, I'm sure I've got plenty of medicine on me. That meant that those who existed nearby had to run away from the smell. But what the hell are those guys watching us from 100 meters away? A movement that seemed to be waiting for something, I shook my hands frantically in the fast-paced anxiety, and instructed the party to be wary of the surroundings. And I asked the old man again, looking for the tallest building around here.

Eden, how long do we have to Eden?’

'Because I walked slowly, I had about 50 minutes left. But what the hell is wrong with you?'

I ran towards the officetel building that I found without time to answer. The party called me in amazement, but the old man, who was quick to grasp the situation, quickly picked up the gun and pulled the trigger, as if he had noticed something was wrong through my actions.

The freezing atmosphere, the group and the group of refugees were uneasy about the sudden action, but I left the fear behind and entered the nearby officetel building. And soon he started running like crazy towards the roof.

The memory of the moment I stepped on the stairs and passed by my head was the sudden act of the men who attacked the walls of Eden that night. Obviously, that was also the time when the lab sprayed drugs, and it was normal without an attack. However, the unexpected variable created a small disturbance that night, and now it has revealed its huge gesture, making it a reality.

Huck, huck.

How crazy he ran, he was out of breath. I breathed heavily and touched the railing on the roof, and soon turned my head in the direction of the rough air. When I came up to the rooftop, the gray city I could see at a glance, and the wind blowing enough to blow my hair, was so cold and fierce that I wondered if it was early spring.

Search the bag with a fine trembling hand. And I took out a telescope that I always took out and captured one of the cities where something started to flutter. A scene that slowly began to focus, and an incredibly abnormal scene, filled my eyes.

The sun is obscured by clouds, and the surroundings turn dark. A biting biting blast of knife blew past my head and body, as if to say that all the time the warm wind had been a dream. Waves swarm in from afar. A wave of death, made of six parts, was coming across the city toward this place.

The city has changed.

They're coming in.

I let go of my relaxed hand and dropped the telescope. A rush of distantness;darkness. But the venom and blood boiling from inside began to bring my mind back to its place, clamoring me to move. I chewed my mouthful of the terror that was coming with adrenaline, and gave a wild shout at the party looking this way from outside.

Run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!