I'm still alive

"The heavens help."

The old man recites quietly with his hat pressed down. Yes, it's raining, not snow, after a long time. Although the cold weather and the cold weather cooled our bodies and minds, it was even a pleasure to think that it would hide the spirit of those escaping outside.

I raised my head quietly, sweeping down the sweat and rain that had soaked my face. Then, a blockage area with irregular lights on between the hats comes into view. Unlike when we first saw the blockade area, it was filled with strict vigilance and by-products that we didn't know what it was, and perhaps the news of the disappearance of the platoon that we killed has put us on alert since the day before.

Rain from the sky passes through the cold atmosphere and drops to top of fallen leaves and branches that hold water. By the time the repeated sound reverberates quietly, and all the elements become familiar, we quietly cross the learned silent space.

The starting point of getting closer, the pounding of a heart. I lifted the gun quietly, sending my tension and fear mixed in the falling rain. Then the group, hiding between the rain and the darkness, slowly escapes with a solemn face and sits near me and bows their position. Then, the old man, who was watching the front, unplugging the safety device, recites it.

"Never mind that the purpose is not death, and always be prepared to lose weight. Don't forget to find the cover and hide, and quickly avoid yourself if you feel exposed."

It is a mission to succeed only when you roll like a well-knitted cog from beginning to end. The party was well aware of it, so they quietly nodded at the old man's words and breathed out a lump of tension. I check the time by raising my left hand with a broken wristwatch. Then quietly licked the rain on my lips, and the party around me began to move in perfect order and scatter in all directions.

a squint of thread

The still sound of the footsteps of the fallen leaves treading through the darkness. And I start crawling frantically towards the front to find the right shooting position with the old man. If discovered, everything is over. Therefore, on the bridge between life and death, I began to play solo, and I lay flat on the muddy floor feeling the weight of it all over my body.

As I get closer to the containment area, a sharp nerve licking me. It provides a high level of vigilance even though it is invisible, and a slight tremor in the index finger that holds the trigger. The curtain call is about to come down. I breathed out more than anything. When I open my eyes, I hide myself in the trees and grasses for cover, and put out the gun quietly between them.

[Don't shoot yet, wait.]

Cheek.

The radio noise sounds quietly and the old man's voice is heard. The sight of the blockade area between the sight and the roar of the rain. The signs in my view were telling me how many soldiers were stationed back there. I clenched my teeth with tension in my mouth. And he waits and waits for the best moment, brooding over the moment that the old man will signal.

It's a day of darkness when it rains. In the large lighting space, thick raindrops were clearly visible, and my breathing slows down as if time had stopped.

Boom, boom, boom.

Whenever the rain falls on my skin, my heart dances. What's up ahead? How far will my life go? There is a liquid on the eyelids that you don't know if it's sweat or tears with rain. I finally realize the last time that my eyes were shaking and felt infinitely far away.

And the feeling I felt at that moment was the longing for the sight of Chae-yeon and her company meeting and laughing happily. The cold index finger licked the trigger in the rain.

With a roar, all heavily armed platoon-sized soldiers slowly pour out from the entrance to the blockade area. Beyond the side-swept barricades, headlights are beginning to be seen, followed by a rarity of more men than soldiers pouring out before the Wall.

[10 seconds, for injuries rather than immediate death, let the fallen ones scream.]

You can feel the milestone of the gaze drawn between the gun and the target. And the old man sends us radio as if he had been waiting, ordering us to cause the wounded rather than win the battle. The group bowed silently and nodded, knowing the meaning contained in it, and looked at the front quietly, brooding over the time the old man had told them.

9, 8, 7.

A happy moment passes like a flash and weaves our heart sounds and firmness.

6, 5, 4.

I completely shook off the remnants of fear that I thought would remain until the moment of my death.

3, 2, 1.

I lift the gun and unlock the safety device, and open my eyes closed by the clicking sound from all sides.

Zero, and it rains. Darkness falls. Instead, we lift something greater at this moment. Finally, the zeros of hope in the eyes indicated a straight line ahead.

[Shoot!]

The moment the old man's roar burst out over the radio, we pulled the trigger without hesitation. The fire of the gun, which seems brighter because of the darkness, I swallow the flash of fire before my eyes and shake off the bullets at those who pour out of the blockade.

Time slows. The world looks slow enough to see even the rain falling.

Accident that accelerates, eyes that spin ceaselessly like a wheel that runs at 200 kilometers. The bullets that I and my party poured out with desperation are exactly lodged in them, causing blood, screams and confusion. As soon as they burst into blood and fall on the floor, time flies again.

"Ahhhhh!"

A soldier, who was shot in the thigh and fell on the floor, makes a scream of tears. And the soldiers attacked at the start of the scream began to scatter in all directions. A perfect surprise at the best moment, in the best situation, hiding in the dark.

As the old man predicted, the men who were attacked by us fell in half and fell on the floor, and the rest of them scattered in all directions, rushing to find cover. And I picked up the gun to attract as much attention as I could, persistently harassing them.

“ !!”

But it was only a moment when the soldiers were confused. They quickly began to organize their ranks, responding to the scolding of officers and noncommissioned officers like trained soldiers. As soon as my bullet was hit by a hidden cover of a soldier, and caused only innocent sounds, the soldiers, who came to their senses, began to fire back at this side where they could see gunfire and flames. A loud radio in the front pocket explodes between the shouting of an old man in charge of the situation.

[Park Dae-bak! Get out of there with the kids!!]]

Park Dae-bak, who was working hard to fire a gun in a team with his own group, hurriedly moves away from his post by conditionally reflecting on the old man's instructions. Then, in the spot, the bullets fired by the soldiers splash, splashing wood fragments with muddy water.

However, even after the old man's instructions, some of the herd was shot, and a scream came from afar. I clenched my teeth and pulled the trigger, but my head was filled with hazy ideas like thick fog.

As time goes by, the number of soldiers who come to their senses in search of cover begins to increase. And beyond the half-open barricades, soldiers running breathlessly were spotted, and even from the stoutly built watchtower, twisting shadows came into view.

More and more bullets started to fire at us. And gradually, the flowerbeds that are formed to drive out the darkness become so fierce that it is hard to stick your head out of the cloak. It's cold, the index finger that pulls the trigger has been shaking slightly.

Everyone was ready to die. We walked into a limb knowing this would happen. However, even if I die, at least a sense of duty to make time for the B team and the residents to get out safely comes out of my unconscious mind and lashes me. And from the unwitting view, there were shadows running hard up the watchtower, which was made high.

The air current changes and the alarm that only I can tell quickly rolls stiff eyeballs. And at the moment of the hail of bullets from all sides I could see through the darkness and rain. The shadows that ascend over the watchtower were clearly armed soldiers, with something heavy in both hands.

a gulp

And as soon as the light spread from behind the blockade flashes behind them, I swallowed my dry saliva quietly. Chirping, the cold muddy water makes a quiet goose bump from the senseless tip of the foot, making the nerves ring. have a heavy chest The object the soldier was carrying was a black-colored squadron support machine, and after that, a large number of cartons were being moved. The moment I measured the power, my body automatically flinched.

It's too late when they're in high places. The party has already been exposed to that monstrous fellow who will spit out hundreds of shots a minute, and the moment the shooting begins, it will turn into an easy target to hit. Furthermore, the group, except for me, did not even notice that the squadron support weapons were in the firing position because they were concentrating on those in front of them. Even before death, annihilation, and Group B moved, our image of being exterminated here began to pass like a lantern.

“ !!!”

My body moved conditionally at the moment the party was deemed dangerous. I desperately kick the muddy water and throw away the hat I was wearing with an empty cartridge. And like a lightning bolt, he ran forward, put in two bullets left, and followed with his eyes the men busily climbing the tower.

Why don't we shoot here instead? No, because of the flashing lights, the visibility was poor, and the walls of the tower are exquisitely blocking the firing position, so you can't shoot. With not even a few ammo left, I constantly moved my throat and swept down my wet face.

There was no hesitation in me. Immediately, he rushed out of the room, hurriedly packing up his knapsack he had thrown on the floor.

"Dong, Dongyoon!!! Kwak Dong-yoon, you crazy bastard!"

As I crossed the grass, the old man, who had been fighting hard on one side, called me to death in an incredible voice. A series of bullets pouring down with rain. It was running like a madman flying through the middle of this chariot, where wood debris and water splashed.

Time passes slowly, and I look blank for a moment as if I can't believe myself from both camps. But for a moment, the lights and bullets are focused on me, and the alarm bells that listen to me block my ears with a ringing in my ears.

[covering!!! Stand up and cover!!!]]

I'm sorry to the old man for always making him suffer. But at this point, I didn't have time to explain the situation and convince the party. And the old man also sent radio messages to the people and ordered them to cover me in a hurry. Then the group quickly lifted the gun and fired back at the soldiers, who put their heads out of the cover.

Ping.

A bullet passes right over your head and locks you in a tree. A fluttering piece of wood, but it soon dissipates around me, buried in rain falling from heaven. And I think I was running around that time, throwing my gun to the floor.

Slower, faster. Slower, more, faster! Accelerated thinking tauts give me the exact route, and the frantic swelling muscles push me like the wind across the dark. The storm is sweeping a lonely ship with a sail.

No, it was an extension of the whirlwind across the middle of the whirlwind. I take out two grenades captured by soldiers from the bag I brought with me and throw away the rest.

“ .”

I can't hear the sound of bullets. I can no longer hear the sound of rain, which used to be noisy as if there was noise. My feet, shining in the mud, had no sense of sensation, and Chiaol's breath became unconscious from a certain part of the mountain. Feels like my body I'm moving is not hers. Only the consciousness of stopping it remained, and the country moved the object. The surrounding landscape passes by in a flash, and as if falling into a black hole, the dark space gradually narrows and sucks me in. It's getting faster. I was the only one speeding up in a space where time had stopped.

"It's a mutant!!!!!!"

And my tinnitus and noise were over with the roar of a soldier from the barricade. Variety, are you referring to me? It wasn't wrong, so it wasn't strangely bad. If the blood of the dirty guys flowing through my body and the variety that will one day eat up the country itself are so scary, I will show it to them today. To kill, to save. I threw myself into the rough current of my life.

And the soldier's mentioned variant was enough to change the air current for a moment. The atmosphere, which had become muddy under rain and blood, began to freeze coldly, and the bullets fired at each other stopped for a moment and focused on the word variant.

But it was too late when they stopped judging and thinking. I was running out of the grass and headed for the iron fence right in front of the watchtower, and soon crawled up there, exploding my heart and nerves.

"Hey, here! Here you go!"

And the soldier, who shouted at me as a variant, raises the gun in surprise at the formidable speed that has bounced here. But it was the eyes of a frightened soldier, not a gunner, that I faced first. Release the hand holding the fence. Then I began to fall on the floor with my hands free, and at a moment I pulled out a great sword like a flash and threw it at the neck of a soldier trying to shoot me.

Blood comes out of the breath that was cutting through the flesh. The soldier hurriedly grabbed his neck, spitting out a pulsating terminal.

Beep beep.

Another soldier, who was putting down his squadron support weapon next to the falling invoice, comes out with an incredible face and makes eye contact. But what was between our eyes was a pin-picked grenade, not a heavy rain or a fountain of blood.