I'm still alive

a gulp

The sound of Choi swallowing saliva resonated all the way here.

Then I lift the bow that was facing the floor forward, starting with the sound of swallowing the saliva.

My eyes met the eyes of the black men who had gathered like cockroaches in front of their eyes.

The black guys who filled the streets with shadows on their roofs, the empty seats began to disappear as we walked along the street.

"Keeeeeeee...….”

They've fought hundreds of times, but the dirty feelings and feelings that come to them every time they meet have not gone away.

a sense of treading on the dirtiest water in the world

Of course, the same goes for those who face me, and they shoot the skin-pounding murderous intent from hollow eyes.

But that's only when I'm still, and as soon as I took a step forward, they began to scatter in all directions like the tidal flats hit by the waves.

And Kim Joong-won, who was quietly dragging his bicycle, mutters.

"You're running away even though there are so many numbers...….”

Choi and Kim Joong-won, who pull a bicycle with a rear car connected to them.

The two escaped Eden's barrier and fell three times in total all the way here.

Of course, the fall was not caused by their attack, but simply collapsed in the grass in amazement at the sight of the black ones around them.

The old man, who has been nagging at the process, criticizes Kim Jung-won with a little bit of hard feelings this time again.

"Tell me how many times, you bastard! Anyway, I'm scared of a lot of things.….”

Of course you'll doubt it.

People of all ages and genders are stifling their instincts just because I'm one.

Of course I know what they're worried about.

However, as long as the gray jungle maintains the predator's pyramid, the city's laws that members have kept so far won't change easily.

And I said to the old man, slowly lowering the bow I had raised forward.

"It smells. You'll probably see the pit if you walk for another 20 minutes.”

Our ultimate goal and four years of painstaking sweet pulp is ahead of us.

Me and the old man brooded on that long time of solitude only for this moment.

Even if there is a moment of crisis, the extra bullets and guns that I saved until the end.

And the fruits of the desperate search that Choi and Kim Joong-won are carrying in the handcart.

Now that we've finally made all the preparations and the moment of reunion is just around the corner,

They reached here to destroy the black holes of those who seek outside the blockade area.

"Don't hold Dong-yoon's ankle, hide well. You should go see your family, too.

With my words that I was ready, the old man wore a motorcycle helmet and gave advice to both.

Then the old man takes out the bike key that he keeps dearly in his pocket and puts it into the keyhole with his fine trembling hand.

Then the engine runs vigorously and the motorcycle starts to start.

A heavy engine sound and a heavy exhaust sound that seems to weigh everything.

The sounds came up to Sinabro and served as the starting point for the end of this journey.

"Dong-yoon, don't turn down the radio volume and always listen carefully. And you can fail....... never overdo it, be careful."

The old man finally said that and tapped me on the arm.

the wrinkle of an old man's eyes that had become wrinkled before he knew it.

But the ever-bright old man's laughter wears off all my fears that had been implicit for a while.

My heart begins to hold a placid container like hot water that has begun to brew tea.

And I let down the old man's helmet shield, banging the steel planted in my heart.

Buaaaaaaaaang!

A signal of bond has already been fired.

When the old man pulls the accelerator vigorously, the bike spits out the roar it was holding back.

The gray city was filled with four years of sorrow from the old man.

The air current, which had been floating aimlessly in the air, quickly began to tremble along the sound of the engine.

The old man on the bike runs towards the gray city in front of us as an extension.

The time has come, the tremors in my heart calm down.

"Just look at my back and follow me!"

I put a rifle and an arrow box in the rear car with the cry.

Choi and Kim Jung-won, who are still in a coma, are given weapons of self-defense one by one and hit them one by one so that they can recover their senses.

Now they will only pull a rear car without a bicycle.

I didn't forget to ask the two men, who were afraid, to speed up by looking at my back, and lastly checked the rifle I was holding.

ample arrows and ammunition

Perhaps there is no problem getting there.

[Done!] [Everyone's following me!]

Then came the voice of a powerful old man from a radio set in the front island.

The old man who left us here and started first.

The purpose of the old man, who insisted on a fast bike, was to lure the black guys who were fogging up the road ahead.

That's why he hung a motorcycle with the largest amount of exhaust and a can with the loudest sound, even though he knew it was dangerous.

"Let's go!"

I intuitively felt the moment I had been waiting for came and shouted vigorously at the two behind me.

And as soon as you kick your foot, your vision becomes narrower in no time.

The hand holding the bow is beginning to have strength, and I raise my head and face the road we have to run head-on.

Eyes cross the familiar city and divide life and death.

And I'm starting to focus on the situation 100%.

“ .”

The sound of the tinnitus that occupies the space and the harsh breathing of men who follow me urgently tickles the sensitive ears.

It's been a long time since the familiar space and time have already slowed down.

The sensation of wetting my hands and skin stretched out like a dense forest and began to lick and feel all the elements.

I start to speed up towards the 'pits' that are beginning to get closer and closer, extending my long-feeling gaze forward.

450 meters, 400 meters.

A moment of greatness, as if time were passing slowly.

There's a corner ahead we have to go back to.

But the street, which seemed to reach soon, began to droop like a taffy.

There is a moderate amount of tension and solemnity that pokes like a needle all over the body.

I raised my head to the sensation of a prick in the back of my head.

"Gasp!!!!!"

The gray city begins to resonate with their cries.

A life felt by trembling atmosphere and skin.

The old man's behavior was a long time after he bothered the hives.

My presence, walking into their territory, was enough to intimidate those who were hiding in the dark quietly.

But I endured and endured the threat again and again, desperately moving towards the place I had planned for four years.

And my breath stops for a moment.

"Side, side! Side! Argh!"

As soon as he stopped breathing, Choi and Kim Joong-won, who were following me eagerly, suddenly screamed.

But I, who had already noticed their attack before they screamed, quickly pulled out the arrow and turned back.

a giggle

Bowls that are pulled to the limit and arrowheads that are so precisely directed at the goal.

I aimed at the black guy jumping from the building, recalling hundreds of scenes in that short moment.

And when you untie your fingers, the lightning-like arrow pops out.

"Crrrrrrrrr."

The arrow pierces his jaw, and it penetrates his head.

Arrowhead focused on crushing force rather than sharp penetration.

The man's jawbone and skull were broken, and he shed blood and brains, and he fell to the floor in a terrible way.

They attacked me even though I was there.

That's what a pit really exists.

"Put the rear car down and follow me!"

Although the old man reportedly lured many of them, some of them still remained nearby.

I noticed that this was their limit that followed here,

Pushing the frightened outsiders, he began to run on the road that had hurried back.

A temporary shelter that the old man and I had set in advance.

Hiding the two there, I make up my mind to see the end.

Without a rear car, the running got faster.

But as the wind, which seemed to have clung together all the negative energy and the foreign air that began to blow from behind, passed by us, their breathless running pace began to slow down.

"Hey, what's this smell......... Uweeeeeeeek!"

an unpleasant smell that pierces the tip of the nose

The smell of sulfur and rotten bodies in the mud rises thickly along this road.

And Choi, who smelled it, was embarrassed for a moment and eventually began to vomit, and Choi Jung-won, whose face turned pale, was no different.

a foreign air that feels intense from behind

This feeling and fear can be known without having to learn from anyone.

You can feel it because you're a human who breathes with life.

Die, may die.

I and two men were showing natural rejection over there, where all death was gathered.

But clenched my teeth and held out, I helped the two tottering, and quickly began to turn back in the direction that had come.

[Dong-yoon, the situation!!]]

As I was walking halfway along the road with two men stumbling helplessly, a radio set in the front island rang again and I heard the voice of a big old man.

The sound of the exhaust still ringing and the urgent voice of an old man apparently being chased.

Feeling that I didn't have much time, I began to run with a lot of force all over my body.

And as soon as I saw the manhole, which had been marked with a rock car in advance, I clenched my teeth at the old man and replied.

"Let's start now!”

[Okay!!!]

If I signal, the old man will take the men he was trying to lure and start a hit-and-run around the outskirts.

And I sent the two down, lastly, hurriedly opening the manhole cover, rejecting the disgusting smell of the pits.

This concludes the role of outsiders who have nothing to do with this city.

From now on, it is up to us to continue this struggle without endlessly.

“ !!!”

In the distance an old man began to ring the exhausts that were spinning around the outskirts.

Then the black men, who had been a spectacular sight of hatred, began to go wild with excitement.

The smell and dysentery that the body was rejecting began to deepen.

But I took out the gun that I had on my back, burning a battle that my body faithfully followed, however.

In an instant, the body pours forward.

My body swells up muscles and nerves all over my body like balloons, as if to vent out the anger I've been holding back for four years.

I can see a rear car with a bomb in the distance.

But the long distance came in no time, and I turned around the heavily smelly corner, dragging the rear-car handle with one hand.

“ !!!”

"Hey!!!”

At that moment, the scenery of hell unfolds before your eyes.

On the walls of the building, which had been stained with cold death, black and gray creatures crawled like bugs.

Man-made path to civilization has long been covered with their dirty flesh and bodily fluids.

And the end of the road made up of old cracks had completely collapsed, forming the source of that far-sighted sinkhole.

The ground that has completely collapsed and the hostility and slaughter that comes from all sides.

I pulled my gun in face of the huge cause.

Bang! Bang! Taang!

My stomach is boiling.

The source of life that kept them from coveting our own was popping out of my mouth, disturbing my eyes.

And I began to pull the trigger like a machine, becoming one cut across this hell.

The wasp-crazy bastards began to rush at me, breaking away from the ranks of the worms one by one, wondering if they could no longer leave the natural enemies who had walked here.

And they sweep away the ones that are coming at them like they're going to wipe them out with insecticide.

One shot, one guy.

Two feet, two guys.

Flames flicker ceaselessly in the muzzle and my eyes follow lines in the trajectory.

"Cut your teeth out!"

The number of people coming at me is increasing.

But that's how fast my gun and trigger are starting to speed up, and even invisible space touches my territory.

One eye is the trigger, and the other is the sword, which has been examined, runs frantically before one's eyes.

When my body is not my body, when my mind is directed only at weapons.

They leave their bodies to them as if they are too used to them.

And I pulled the rear car for the last time to smash the head of a guy flying from a blind spot.

rattle, rattle, rattle.

200m. 150m. The pit, which had only been seen from afar, is finally beginning to appear before your eyes, and the mud of the disgust slowly reveals itself.

Feels like facing a vivid firestorm of hell.

The nerves and breaths in the whole body have turned against the pits that exist in front of them.

I gave strength to my hands, chewing on the iron instincts that I had to go.

And when it came to the front of the l00m, the men who had been frantically hovering around began to utter grotesque cries.

“ !!”

[Dong-yoon, I feel a little strange. Hurry up.]

There's no way the old man doesn't know I've noticed.

They must have noticed that I had a blade in front of their necks, gave up following the loud noise and began to flock this way.

And the old man also quickly sends a radio message knowing that the number of people who started to follow him has decreased.

But I was crossing the middle like an arrow that had already left the bow demonstration.

“ .”

100 meters. Time slows down, space begins to narrow.

I flex my whole body and constantly pull the trigger as I go forward.

Skim, skim, and skim.

Something that transcends the senses I have felt has guided the optimal path and trajectory.

But the closer I approach the pit, the stronger the resistance of those who try to pull me out.

"Boo-a-a-a-ang!"

And just in time, the sound of the old man's bike exhaust coming in from close distance begins to be heard strongly.

Maybe they've come back to help me approach the pit when they don't follow him anymore.

Even though they didn't talk to each other, I threw an empty bullet in front of the intention and took out the sword that had been changed all night from my waist.

I feel like my whole body is exploding.

"Catchyay!

The head of the black guy who was flying with a grotesque sound is smashed.

The head of a man crawling for my feet is going to explode.

A death occurs that repeats itself hard to explain everything.

I repeated shooting, kicking and killing like a constantly swinging reed in the middle of the mud.

So the interval that was reduced to within l00 meters began to get closer, despite their resistance.

Now by the time I could see the completely collapsed ground of the sinkhole, I pushed the rear car vigorously forward.

"I'm ready, old man!"

Now push the rear car into the sinkhole that is 30 meters ahead.

I hurriedly took the detonator out of the rear car, and waited for the old man's bike to pick me up and get out.

But at that moment, on the radio, there was an urgent voice, not an old man's OK sign.

[Dongyoon!!! What's that guy in front of you!!]]

In the front?

His hair, which suddenly became cold, and his dangerous instinct to raise his head after a long time, made him raise his head by himself.

And I could find that another being, the first to see among the dirty wasps, was approaching this way.

I licked my dry lips and squeezed the bayonet handle.