I'm still alive

It feels familiar. A danger alert to me with all the nerves screaming. Can you hear it? No, I can only hear the wind. What's your vision? However, not a single young ant was seen in the front of the window. Nevertheless, the alarm, which slowly gnawed at my nerves, moved my stiffened body move.

Extend your hand and grab the gun. As soon as I hear a heavy sound, the quiet silence breaks and all the people resting inside the earth watch me. The old man was already up and armed, having been accustomed to my actions. I got up from my seat and concentrated on my flinching ears.

'Brother...?

Yongpal calls me quietly. I reached out at that moment and closed my eyes slowly, closing my Yong-pal's mouth. The sound of the wind, the sound of the wind, the sound of the wind. And a faint sound emanates from that narrow gap. What about Park Da-hye and Kim Hye-jung? It hasn't come yet. He said that he was definitely next to the zone, but he could not feel any signs of him. How long has it been since you went to the bathroom? Two minutes? Three minutes?

I lifted the gun forward, and hurriedly turned my head and looked at the old man. A person who knows without a word. My eyes just someone who would act. The other party was enchanted, and only the old man met me in the eye and shared a quick communion. Old man, to the high place!

The old man hurriedly grabbed the crossbow, and pulled the dragon arm holding the bolt. The old man will go up to the second floor of the zone and cover me as always. Then I'll cross the door and face the globe. I'm going to finish the bayonet quickly. The moment was less than five seconds later, but before my eyes the great sword was dancing slowly.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of kicking on the floor of the globe rings still. My body was moving before I could even finish thinking, and the nerves that sensed the danger began to explode. I saw a glass door on Earth, and I pushed it with my body. Then Park Da-hye and Kim Hye-jung hurriedly turned their heads in the direction they had gone.

can see

I found a large pool of people in the smoking area next to the earth's zone. Five? Six? Why didn't he hear the sound when there were so many people moving around? In the slow passage of time, my eyeballs rolled, and my eyes stopped looking on their shoes.

Their shoes were tangled with dirty cloth, and a seolphic device was stuffed under their feet. It was clearly an equipment to avoid the sound of footsteps.

'Uh......! Ugh!'

Then came the screams of Kim Hye-jung, who was forcibly suppressed among them. The empty gun that Kim Hye-jung carried out fell badly on the floor, and her mouth was stuffed with dirty cloth to stop the scream.

He was attacked while walking after finishing his business. Was she followed? No, Kim and Park should have already died if they had followed them with the aim of attacking our party. But they're still fine, and they're not looking towards the globe where we are.

Clearly they don't know we're there.

As soon as I saw the sight of them sparsely seen among the crowd, my fingertips flinched, and the iris and muscles began to expand. The women were fiercely rebelling, but they scattered blood and tears before the violence from all sides. And the faint laughter of the men, which came from time to time, tickled my ears.

I understand the situation now.

I'm not angry. I've seen so many of those things, and now it's a tragedy that will happen all over the world. Yeah, I'm not mad. This feeling was just a contempt for me who lost my situation and identity for a moment in the midst of a peaceful daily life.

Why were you off guard? Why did you let them go? With what nerve did you act so complacent? To perpetrate and whip my spirit. My mind, full of mellowness in peaceful time, once again began to be stained like a demon. I felt like I was walking back to the time when I was walking a tightrope between the tension and the oblique line.

The number of people is large and the smoking area is narrow. If I break into that place, it'll be a close-up shotgun. I quickly pulled out the bayonet from the gun, and narrowed the attack lychee.

Park Da-hye grabbed her hair and burst into tears, and Kim Hye-jung struggled to avoid the dirty touch coming from all sides. A thorough plan? A raid that destroys a vigilant enemy? Anything was good. Unconditionally we had an advantage, and even had a distant weapon. There was never a need to attack hastily.

But there was no such demand in my judgment. My head shouts. Break in there and cut your breath. Like the ones whose meat is intended, I left myself to my instincts and to my flesh. The thought had disappeared and only the touch of the sword had been felt.

Steam from the heart meets the coldness left in the head to make a liquid. The concentrated, yet another concentrated liquid gathered in one place and began to snap and fall toward the floor. It wasn't hot anger, it wasn't cold iron blood.

This was just my sharply divided essence.

When I hear the sound of footsteps running, their eyes are on me for a moment. They started to babble, wondering if they couldn't judge the situation, and then they saw me coming to the end of the line, huh? He spat out, "Huh?" You still don't know? I came the same way you did.

Escape the iron pipe flying clumsyly to me, and hold on to the bayonet handle tightly. Then I grabbed the head of the guy standing still in embarrassment. The world slows down, and the world flashes to the sound of the heart. But my body is faithfully commanded and takes one away.

Aim the sword in the abdomen and stab it in. However, when raised up, not down, it passes through the ribs and tears the diaphragm. A gruesome sound is heard, and a tingling sensation is passed on from the tip of my fingertips. My hair turns white, and only anger fills my head.

'You, what are you?!’

Now the world has gone fast. Their heads seem to be spinning when their colleagues die. The men with a look of something missing began to distort their faces, and soon began to attack me with their own weapons.

The man I stabbed exhales blood and breathes out the last breath. Regret and pain in those eyes. And lingering feelings flowed down, and the breath of the mouth reeked of disgusting bad smell and glue. But I coldly ignored his eyes begging for help. No, rather, he stared with cold eyes and watched his death quickly.

Everyone dies here.

Blood drips down as the knife is pulled out. Then he pulled out the sashimi knife and pushed away the dead body at the man who came running to me. Then with a roar, the pendulum collapsed, and I quickly found my next goal.

I twisted myself like a wolf dug into a flock of sheep.

Run quickly toward the guy who fell on the floor after hitting the body and slit his neck. Blood spurts, dirtens my face and chest. He stopped his neck from spilling blood like a fountain and began to struggle on the floor. The white snow nearby turns red with dirty blood.

But there are still four left. While I wipe the blindfolded blood off my sleeve, a man approaches me and swings a baseball bat at my head. My head stands still, and my back of my head aches stiffly. I was 100% focused at the scene where blood bursts and flesh rips.

As I slightly lower my head, a bloody blunt weapon passes over my head. At a moment's sudden moment, the muscles that moved suddenly screamed, but I clenched my teeth and let out a silent shout. He began to resist with all his body before the time and limitations.

The body that swung a baseball bat at me goes to the floor. On top of it was Du-sik, who had come running. Angry Doosik began to knock him down like a wild beast. The six pieces were torn, and the sound of the flesh bursting began to sound ferociously.

The tide of war turns. The rest of them can't rush in and just keep an eye on the ball. But for a moment, Detective Kang, who has returned to the back, stabs a bayonet into the backstabbing man trying to escape. The dagger embedded in the back cuts the heart without mercy and quickly takes its life.

I clenched the bloodstained sword. Warm blood drips and melts cold white snow. What's left is two of them, and as long as Detective Kang is blocking them, there's no way to run away. The two remaining men also began to make a last-ditch effort to make sure they knew it well.

Park Da-hye's hair is caught. And a sharp sashimi knife pointed at her neck. The hostage-taker looks at us with trembling eyes. But that too, for a moment, he slowly starts to backtrack and then yells loudly at us.

'Oh, don't come!'

He is clever in his judgment for fools. I stopped right there, and the headdress that made a man's head stand up. But our faces were so peaceful. She just fixed her eyes on Park Da-hye, who was shaking with tears.

Thong.

The dry sound of knocking death pierces the atmosphere. The bolt, launched by an old man from the second floor, flew in a beautiful line, and soon penetrates the head of the man holding Park Da-hye's head. I heard a skull fracture, and he fell to the ground in a terrible way.

Now there is the last one left.

When his colleague broke his head and collapsed, he fell down with a hoot. But as if everything had been karma, the blood-stained white eyes attracted and defiled him. I looked at Geum-su, who was still struggling. And when he got up and started running, he reached out to Du-sik.

Du-sik held out a crossbow loaded with bolts to me. I accepted it and gently fell on one knee. When the dog's head plate was stuck, I began to see a beast running away between the aiming points. Breathing out, the breath spreads out in front of my eyes like smoke from gunpowder.

My point of sight is fixed to the runaway guy's thigh. Breathe in. And exhale. A breath of exhilaration enters, and a breath of anger is poured out of the mouth. The shaking aim was fixed as if the image had been stopped, and soon my finger pulled the trigger.

Thong.

Bolt flies off and gets stuck in his thigh. With a scream, he fell to the floor, and soon he grabbed his thigh and wriggled like a bug. I handed the crossbow back to Dooshik, and told Detective Kang, who was waiting beside me.

'Save him back.’

Detective Kang nodded quietly.

* * *

'......let's get back to work quickly.'

An old man walked down the stairs. I nodded slowly, agreeing. Then she turned her head and looked at Kim Hye-jung, who held Park Da-hye tightly. Her face was a mess. The head and clothes were all stained with snow and blood.

But even in that situation, her eyes were still alive. Kim Hye-jeong soothed Park Da-hye, who was trembling, and dressed her in the clothes she was wearing. Yongpal hurriedly took out a treatment tool from his bag, and soon began to examine the wounds of Kim Hye-jung and Park Da-hye.

Park Da-hye showed strong signs of anxiety even though all the situations were resolved. His eyes and body trembled as if he were out of his mind, and he clung to Kim Hye-jung and tried not to fall. I had no choice but to close my eyes to the guilt and self-deprecation that was coming.

It's my fault. I didn't bring him here. Wouldn't it be okay? It was stupid of me to come all this way with a complacent idea. I wanted to say sorry to the child, but I didn't even have the courage to approach him. You should have thought more decisively, more wisely.

But I couldn't.

'Dongyoon.'

The old man approached me and called my name quietly. And carefully stretched out his hand to let go of the great sword I still hold. The blood-stained great sword slipped out of its hand, and blood trickled down the blade.

'It's not your fault.’

I shook my head. And slowly closed his eyes, wiping the blood on his hands on his pants. My arms have been trembling, and the words that have been uttered out of my mouth have also been trembling like twigs in the wind.

'No, it's my fault.’

The blocks of everyday life that have been built up so far are falling apart. The loose knot had been pulled back tight, and the cooled nerves were heated as always. If I let my guard down, everyone dies. If I make a mistake, everyone dies. All the idle thoughts are discarded, and tension and evil spirits come in between.

A rattle.

'Uh......Uh!!'

With that groan, the earth's gate opens, and detective Kang comes in with a scary expression. Behind him, a man with a bolt stuck in his thigh was being dragged by with blood dripping. His mouth was tightly sealed with dirty cloth as they had been beaten, and his face was puffy by Detective Kang's violence.

I said to Yong-pal and Du-sik.

Take Kim Hye-jung and Park Da-hye to the second floor.’

And I extended my hand to the old man. It was a silent request to ask the Great Sword to be taken back. But the old man looked at me alternately with the Supreme Prosecutors' Office, contemplating for a long time. The old man's worries coincide with mine. I felt like I would never see me again if I handed this sword over.

But that's why I had to take it.

The old man and I faced each other for a long time, and had a silent conversation. A moment later, before my stubborn manner, the old man finally gave up, and soon turned the sword and held out the handle to me.

I took it dry, and slowly approached the man who was in a blistering frenzy in front of Detective Kang.

I didn't have much time, but I had a lot to ask.

Whether it is the location of the home base or the screams will be chosen by Yang.