I'm still alive

It has been quite a long time since he was diagnosed with mutilation.

Kim Chul and the man at the institute told us that the more we fight them, the faster we change our bowels.

Of course, the fact that the words were not wrong has been told by the history of the struggle I have been fighting for four years.

These are the years when I had to step on the mud and dirt of hell.

In someone's eyes, I may look like a monster with this abnormal movement.

I never looked back on the path I had taken to protect, even though I would take such a disgrace and blame.

A dusty pile of human justice asked me, which flows back the river.

You walked that long road and looked into the abyss of death and fire.

So are you really human?

And my life, which was dotted with plaudits and hardships, answered.

Yeah, I'm still alive.

He was not just a human being because his heart was beating and bleeding, but a human being because he was thinking about what was right by hanging out with humans, crying, laughing, and thinking.

I grew up, and I was always in agony.

And I couldn't tell until I reached the end of the gray city.

I wasn't wrong.

When I open my eyes, I see reality.

As soon as the old man saw him, he was shocked enough to turn the city's air currents upside down in a moment.

I squint my eyes in the hot air.

A quaint pit that has caused all this, and made my life a rough tide.

And in the pit was a black variant, as black as charcoal, completely burned by the flames.

They're not humans, they're not animals.

The ones who didn't seem to be on Earth were the ireglers who overturned everything that had been prescribed.

But there's only one law that works for them, which is the weak and strong way of building a gray city.

And the black ones that are distributed around us have noticed the existence of true predators.

Changing its moldy position, it began to creep away from the pit.

[Dong-yoon, let's back off for a moment.]

And at that moment the radio, which had been plugged into the front island, rang, and the voice of the old man, who seemed awfully anxious, came.

The old man is still circling the surrounding outskirts, only looking for a chance to pick me up, and a little bike exhaust is ringing from around him.

The old man, who was probably watching the situation, must have sensibly noticed the danger of that black strain.

But I answered firmly, shaking my head.

"No, this is the last time."

Destroy the pit here today, and end this long and long pain.

Knowing that there was no end when I began to retreat, I delivered a firm message to the old man, and the old man ended the radio with a short answer of knowing.

I twirled the great sword that I had taken out of my waist, and soon began to glance over his body with my frantic eyes.

The one who crawled out of the pit and showed up completely was a variant three times larger than the black ones nearby.

The eyeholes, which seemed to fit easily into one arm, gave off a thrilling sensation in the skin.

The teeth in the mouth are as fierce as a knife.

And the face of the hollow-eyed man was clearly stuck in me with a knife and in the handcart that I dragged all the way here.

Something I tried to put in a pit, something I've been conscious of ever since.

He seemed so cleverly aware that the object in the rear car was dangerous to him.

A cold atmosphere passes through the warm spring breeze.

Slowly I lifted the Great Sword, slowly approaching the rear car in front of me.

And the guy who turned his head to his side starts to cry out grotesquely, reacting sensitively to each of my actions.

One step, one step, one step.

The heart beats and a drop of sweat flows quietly through the spine.

"Gee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee!"”

And from his mouth came a gruesome howl that seemed to beat hundreds of bars.

I ran forward, using it as a sign of the starting line, and soon began to run toward the pit, pushing the rear car with my hand.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

He starts running with a heavy footsteps to catch me.

Vibration and living that rings a completely broken floor.

I met head-on the grotesque howls and odors that burst from the front.

“ .”

The tinnitus rings and the time slows.

The space narrows, and I instinctively understand all the elements.

My judgment was to put this bomb in a pit rather than kill him.

Then the nerves answer the question steadily, suggesting that I move not to die and how to push the bomb safely.

And I moved faithfully along that trajectory.

I see a black shadow in front of me.

An attack with machined speed and power, I push the rear car sideways, facing his sharp claws and arms.

Then there was an attack that was as strong as the grooves on the concrete.

I avoid attacks by a single sheet of paper between slow-moving times.

"Benefits!!!!!”

sharp fingernails that pass before one's eyes

But in the end the attack missed, and he let out a cry of embarrassment and anger.

Perhaps if I had the power to speak, I would have asked him, 'Do you have time to scream?'

However, as soon as the attack was deflected, I rushed to the side of the huge bridge and stabbed the sword into his knee joint.

The knee joint of a man who passed through the Great Sword had a strong sense of resistance, as if it had rubberized strong steel several times.

However, the right arm, which focuses on the strength and nerves of the whole body, generously injects power into the tightly held sword.

And he feels pain for the first time in his life.

An eardrum-splitting cry rang out, and I blow myself away from the second follow-up.

"Dongyoon!!!!!"

And as if he had waited, with a huge exhaust sound, the old man calls me with a hoarse voice.

Yes, I could tell without turning my eyes to that side.

The voice of an old man who has passed through dozens and hundreds of crises together delivers a lot in that short moment.

I rolled on the floor and kicked the other side.

As if he had waited soon, he sat in the back seat of the bike, holding the hand of an old man stretching toward this side.

The field of vision reverses in an instant.

The old man pulls the accelerator with a feeling of exhilaration.

Booaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

The bike, which had been carefully fixed as if it were raising a child, bounced forward with a powerful sound as if it were in return for its long hard work.

The man who was attacked unexpectedly at the speed of his body, the speed of which he felt in his body, and the speed of which was rising in an instant, began to follow us like crazy.

The sound of his howling is buried in the exhaust.

And I took out the bow that was on my back, just as I had put strength on my thighs and feet.

He's fast.

But I didn't mean to be held in good order.

a giggle

Fix position with thighs and feet and twist upper body back.

The quick-moving hand held an arrow tightly before he knew it, and feeds the bow exactly as written in the textbook written by Teolbo.

A tight-pressed bowstring and a black variant that follows us on all fours.

I centered myself with my upper body in a twisted state like one of the Scythians running through the meadow, and my formidable physical ability made it a success.

And the arrow that flew exactly after the trajectory is stuck in his hollow eyes.

"Turn around, and go back to the pit!"

“ !!!”

The man who was hit by an arrow screamed horribly.

I didn't miss the moment and pointed to the handcart lying woefully across the pit, shouting beside the old man's ear.

A signal of explosion to start and end all this.

We didn't run away, we took a step forward for Du Bo.

And when the old man heard my cry, he showed off his crazy driving skills and dodged those who blocked the bike's way.

Soon I stepped on the accelerator towards the rear car in front of me.

"Right back!"

But the guy, who couldn't let go of his terrible obsession, didn't let go of his hostility toward us even though an arrow pierced his head.

Dust from the smashed concrete was everywhere, and in the meantime, a man crawling on all fours through the rearview mirror.

He must have been angry properly, and was following us closely behind him as he approached the rear car.

As I approached the pit, the unstable ground, I tried to shoot the bow several times, but I failed repeatedly because of the shaking fuselage.

"Get caught!"

When I hurriedly shouted as I checked his location, the old man who was driving took off his helmet to see if he knew the seriousness of the situation.

I can see the body of a man slowly approaching through the rearview mirror.

At this rate, our lives will be in danger, let alone the explosion of the pit.

I ran away to him and ran quite far away, so I had to go halfway around the pit to get to where the rear car was.

I can't stop him, and I can't move the clock forward, and I'm stamping my feet.

The old man cries out, pulling the Excel without hesitation.

"Erai, shibbah! Hold on tight! Jump over!"

What? Are you crazy? If I had a moment to spare, I would have said so.

But the old man had already been determined for a long time, and instead of answering, I just grabbed the old man's waist and watched his view change rapidly.

The old man chose to jump over the middle instead of spinning his fuselage and circling the pit once.

And the one who comes after us spits out a huge howl, whether or not.

Is it possible? Is it impossible? It was too far to jump over, and I felt I could somehow do it to conclude that no.

The ambiguity beyond the possibility made me constantly uneasy,

We were running towards the pit like arrows that had already left the demonstration.

The old man then found the ground as fast as he could, turned around, and pulled the accelerator as if he were squeezing the last force.

Strong winds, feeling that the body is at full speed.

In the midst of the rapid change of vision and anxiety, I could certainly hear the old man's voice.

The old man muttered like this, just like an ordinary grandfather retiring tomorrow.

"In the end of the year, what a hell of a struggle...….”

I'm a little sorry.

Booaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

But even before we could deliver an apology to the old man, the bike carrying us ran at full speed and jumped into the pit past the collapsed ground.

No, I jumped over the pit.

It's like an action movie I've been watching on TV.

My nerves and brains have slowed down whether or not I recognized this might be a moment of death.

The white hair of a fluttering old man, the feeling of affluence all over his body.

I silently looked down under the pit and swallowed my saliva.

It is dark.

Red at the same time.

The pit was flashing red flashes, as if a spark were exploding in a lightless universe.

The smell of decomposing bodies and the heat that resounds the skin.

I was able to watch for a moment the pit crawled up in the slow time.

When he saw the rearview mirror, he followed us foolishly over the pit and stretched out his hand with his mouth wide open.

But he was already falling to the ground, following the laws of gravity faithfully.

Our bikes were heading up to the sky and into the sky like E.T.'s bicycle.

The heart that is about to explode and the joy of success begins at the tip of your toes and hits your head.

I opened my eyes, letting go of my hand holding the old man's waist.

Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom.

The space vibrates to the sound of the heart.

I've captured the rear car we've got to push into the pit in the slowing time, and I wait for the moment when the bike falls on the road and slows down.

0.1 second, 0.2 seconds?

I can't calculate.

But my body responds faithfully to the moment.

And as soon as our bike over the pit touched the floor, I turned back and kicked the rear car with the bomb.

His howling and his rumbling up in the air.

I quickly snatch the detonator with my hand and exhale for a long time.

Booaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Time flies again.

The line connected to the detonator fell incessantly under the pit along the bomb, and the old man reaches back and holds me tightly as if I were performing acrobatics.

And the bike speeds up again.

There's an orange twilight hanging in the distance, and I see a pit that begins to drift away, and I deliver a round of applause to the bomb that marks the end of this war.

Ring!

The sound of an explosion burst out of the pit, as if a dragon were swallowing his breath just before roaring.

The ground and atmosphere where explosive power is transmitted and shaken.

The men around us, like the mudflats, screamed as if they had realized something.

We, on the contrary, leisurely escape from hell.

I quietly threw the detonator back and posed it straight.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then, with the sound of a devastating explosion again, tens of thousands of horses resonate in the pit.

Half-wrecked ground began to crumble completely,

Earth and concrete, which had been keeping the pit in jeopardy, pour down with the surrounding buildings and block the mouth of hell.

But we walked across the middle of the endless grey city, leaving the scene behind without hesitation.

It's time to go home.

* * *

The yellow school bus carrying the children was running along the rural roads of North America, where it was so leisurely.

An unpaved road that created endless rows of wheat and dust. But the endless road was so peaceful that it forgot the pain of the past.

And inside the school bus, the school-going children were returning home, chatting loudly.

But in the uproar, there is a girl who stands out exceptionally.

A blonde girl in a pretty dress, but with a pitiful head down.

And over that blonde, a crumpled piece of paper flies and sets the child.

That, a clear proof that she was not sick but being ridiculed, but the girl who was being hit by the paper, rather than resisting, was dripping with tears like chicken poop.

But at that moment, there was a child quietly entangled in the landscape that no one cared about.

Holding a pink Kitty bag, Chae-yeon, who was quietly looking out of the window, slowly turns her head and asks the blonde child, who is shedding tears next to her, in fluent English.

"Why are you bothering you?"

The much immature children were sitting in front of the bus, giggling and throwing paper at the girl.

And looking at it with a face full of discontent, Chae-yeon asks the blonde girl and quietly wraps around the Kitty bag.

Then the blonde girl stammers slowly, looking at Chae-yeon, who talks to her, with a face that she can't believe.

"Boo, I don't have any parents...….”

If people with normal thinking see it as a reason to take off the crane,

Among immature children, this unfair situation has also contributed to the harassment.

And the only child who thinks it's bad is the blonde victim and Chae-yeon next to it,

Most of the children were either sympathetic to bullying or silent.

The school bus ran on the road, whether or not, and time went on.

But Chae-yeon asks the girl if she has any questions in the meantime, and if she has seen everything.

"Where did he die?”

Long years have passed, but many of the victims of hell still remain.

And whether this blonde girl was among the children who lost their parents and were orphaned by the incident,

With sad tears, he recalled his mother and father, who had died to protect him.

"In Florida......... because of me......, Black."

Pits opened simultaneously around the world, and they poured out.

Of course, the National Guard, which quickly captured the seriousness of the situation, arrived, but the child's mother and father had already died to protect their children.

And now the blonde girl, who was left alone, had to suffer this pain from an immature child before the pain of loss went away.

"You were a great man."

But at that moment, words that no one had said to the blonde girl came out of her mouth, still young.

He was a great man, a hero who tried to save you.

Of course, it's a story that no one told me in a world full of pain.

Chae-yeon told the blonde girl that and stroked her child's head as her hero did to everyone.

“…….”

Then the blonde girl looked up at Chae-yeon with a blank face.

Obviously this Asian girl is the same age as the children here, and the way she smiles and strokes her head was so different from those immature groups. Chae-yeon gave the blonde girl a tight hug with a bright smile like the morning sun, and soon got up and trudged to the door of the school bus that stopped.

However, a boy who led the bullying in the front seat of the bus frowned and blocked Chae-yeon's way.

Chae Yeon's face and gestures that make her belly look bigger.

The child must have been annoyed by Chae-yeon, who sprinkled cold water on her leading work, muttered all kinds of abuse to block the passage of the school bus.

Chae-yeon, however, slowly raised her head and looked up at the boy, regardless of whether she did so or not.

"What are you looking at, you monkey punk!"

And the boy mocked Chae-yeon, who looked up at her, adding a low-key racial discrimination that he didn't know where he learned it from.

Then, children playing with boys nearby respond to the racism and spit out disgusting monkey sounds.

The momentary freeze and the boy who led the bullying waited for the Asian girl's tears with a happy face to see if he was satisfied with the atmosphere.

But what unfolded before the child's eyes was not Chae-yeon's tears, but a flash of stars.

Bam!

a swift movement to the point where the word "electrolysis" is appropriate

A pink Kitty bag shakes and a dainty dress flutters.

Chae-yeon threw a high kick on the face of a child making monkey noises in a move that resembled her father.

To flop.

The boy, who got a straight kick in the face, fell down the hallway of the school bus.

The child sitting in the chair and the driver looked at Chae-yeon with an incredible face.

A movement that does not match a cute face and voice.

A kick that sends a boy twice as big as he is in one room.

The sympathizers who were teasing Chae-yeon turned pale, and the blonde girl behind her opened her mouth.

And Chae-yeon, who knocked down a bad child, got off the school bus with such a refreshed face and walked to her house.

The child's walking is windy.

Orange sunlight blesses the peaceful era that has come again.

The daily life he had hoped for so much came back to the child.

"Mommy!"

dainty bobbed hair, reddish cheeks.

Kwak Dong-yoon's beloved little child had grown up a lot and turned into a pretty lady.

And the Chae-yeon finished her proper school life and returned to the house where her mother and friends were waiting.

A small village and a small house.

There was a swing on the grass, where the grassworms cried and clean, for children to play on.

Chae-yeon looks at such a house as if she is familiar with it and calls her mother constantly.

Then Chae-yeon walks past the cleanly paved stone wall road and enters our home, our home, and grabs the milk cup that our mother takes care of every day.

"Mom, I'm out!"

Your pretty mother.

Chae-yeon's face is full of laughter, and she sings Kang Soo-ryeon, who stands quietly in the living room.

However, Kang Soo-ryeon, who welcomed her every time, couldn't take her eyes off the noisy TV.

What's going on? What's going on? Doubtful about her mother who didn't usually do that, Chae-yeon took a big one-shot of the milk and put her Kitty bag down on the chair.

And asked Kang Soo-ryeon, who was still watching TV.

"Mom, I'm here! Why are you so... ...Huh? Are you crying?"

I thought I was just watching TV in a daze.

But Kang Su-ryeon was holding her eyes to the TV with her mouth closed with one hand, and big tears were hanging from her eyes.

My mom, who smiles brightly every day, cries today.

Chae-yeon is very embarrassed, but she naturally turns her eyes to the TV that Kang Soo-ryeon has fixed her eyes on.

Breaking news, all over the world, South Korea, blockade area, book, he, hero.

Instead of a boring drama on TV, an excited announcer was airing an emergency breaking news.

There were familiar images of Korea and busy soldiers.

And among the soldiers, Uncle Yong-pal, who writes to himself every time, was weeping with the same face as his mother.

Chae-yeon, who was listening to the news slowly, shed tears as she looked at her face on the screen.

At the end, he showed the bright smile he had promised his father to those who missed it.

Tears in the cheeks fall down with a bright smile.

On the screen, two men who came back after four years were eating kimchi stew.

foreign-electric end