I'm still alive

Now that the obstacles that were blocking the moving walk have been removed, there was nothing to stop our steps. Du Sik didn't finish with breaking the barricade, and soon dug between the vagrants and began to smash their goals and faces. We loaded the bolt comfortably behind the back of such Doo-sik, and soon pulled the trigger, aiming at the back and head of the vagrants who were fleeing.

No storm, no matter how many reeds, could stop the bitter wind that ran between them. The dangers we have been through have united us, and the experience of overcoming them has tempered the hearts of the party. I became one sharp knife and crossed between them once more.

'Jae, please!'

Finally, the remaining bald vagrant rolled on the floor with blood and begged for his life. There was already a sharp bolt stuck in his thigh, and his face was messed up by a dog's head plate. While the group was breathing for a while, I pulled out the sword I had stuck in my thigh and approached him. Then he shed tears as if he was afraid of death.

'Save me, will you? If you let me live......... if you let me live!

The same repertoire came out, and now that I'm tired of begging, I stopped breathing without hesitation. Too much time was spent coming up the last floor. Although we cannot conclude that they are the last tramps, we had to save the survivors and burn the building as soon as possible.

I ordered Yongpal brothers and Kim Hye-jung to pour the gasoline we had brought over the bodies of the vagrants and moving walk that had been raised. And I was able to lead Detective Kang and the old man up the moving walk and reach the fourth floor, the last floor.

The first thing we found when we came up to the fourth floor was a suspicious sight that made our eyes suspicious. If the third floor was like hell, it was like a different world separated from the end. Faced with a suspicious background, I couldn't move my feet for a while.

'What, what?'

Even the elderly, who remained rational in most situations, stammered and swallowed. On the fourth floor, unlike the previous floors, the existing large discount stores were preserved intact. It was a place where furniture and electronic devices were displayed, and there were large and small pieces of furniture everywhere.

It was those who stood still everywhere that made our eyes suspicious. A vagrant would have heard the sound of the moving walk and ran, and a survivor who had been caught would have been terrified and had to react the same as the previous floor. But they stood still like mannequins, looking at one place quietly.

I felt goose bumps from the rush of dysentery. Clean clothes and faces without a speck of dust. And the group of people whose sex ratio was also properly mixed were even diverse in their age. But for humans, these foreign objects from them began to sound alarm bells about my instincts.

It was like something with human skin, and they could not even feel the vitality of human beings. I looked closely into his face just in case, but the exterior was clearly a normal person of color. But... ...I couldn't take my old man and me in a hurry.

But Yong-pal, who was next to me, began to look around, hesitating if he had not felt this sense of alienation, and soon spoke to a middle-aged man nearest him.

'Excuse me, mister...….’

It was a very passive approach, like a careful and timid dragon-arm. The voice Yong-pal uttered was so small that I could barely hear it, and the middle-aged man near it managed to hear the voice and flinch his shoulders. When there was an unexpectedly clear response, Yong-pal approached him, and soon called the middle-aged man in a louder voice.

'We're the ones that...It's a rescue. But here......... what are you doing?’

The end of Yongpal's words slowly clouded and trembled. Because the middle-aged man slowly turned around and looked at us. This man was definitely a human with blood and flesh. But why do you feel the cold cold coldness and foreign body in your eyes looking at us? Like instinct, I approached and stretched my arms to wrap around the dragon arm. The nerves sent a danger signal and my eyes began to twinkle.

Dong-yoon!

A thunderous old man's cry came from behind. And at that moment a bolt pouts out of the forehead of a middle-aged man in front. Did they shoot him? No, this bolt must have been fired from behind a middle-aged man. That bolt would have stuck in my head, not a middle-aged man, if it had been a little off course.

The number of menopause flows through the bolt through the head. A middle-aged man with a bolt stuck in his head falls to the floor as he was staring blankly at us. With a thud, a pool of blood began to pool under our feet.

I couldn't pull myself together by the sudden attack. But soon a man's voice from afar broke my imagination and soul.

"Wow....... Shit, this is hard to shoot.’

The man hiding among the people was looking at us with a relaxed smile. A snake-like tear of eyes and a short cut of hair like a soldier. And the unusually pale face and the coolness felt from afar seemed to see a walking invoice. But his exhilarating breath that leaked through his nose was telling him he was alive.

And what the man was holding was a crossbow that he didn't know where he got it. Unlike ours, it looked like a factory-made crossbow, a dangerous weapon that could never be delivered in Korea. What's that guy? A tramp? For a moment I almost lost my life. Perhaps because of the near-death situation, the unusually angry old man's swearing was heard loudly.

You son of a gun!

At the same time, the party lifted the crossbow to kill the man who attacked me. He attacked me. Then it's our enemy. It didn't take much time to make the judgment, but the trigger-pull finger was put on hold for a moment.

'Wow! Whoa! Crazy bastards! Are you going to kill everyone?’

The man sneaked his way through the crowd with a sneaky smile. When you fire a human wall, a bolt, innocent people die. The idea blocked the trigger-pull finger, and made an impression of itself. The man licked his lips as if he knew it would be, lifting up a girl who looked like Chae-yeon's age, and began to walk slowly toward us using her as a shield.

"You're Eden's sweet little bastards....... isn't it time to get a little tough?’

It's not a skill I've done once or twice. The old man was constantly moving his aim and looking for a chance to fire the bolt, but was unable to pull the trigger recklessly, perhaps because of the man who deftly lifted the child.

They were a party that cared and loved children exceptionally. None of these people would ignore the child and pull the trigger. Yong-pal trembled angrily in front of a man who took the child hostage, and Kim Hye-jung eventually swallowed her tears and bit her lips, perhaps because of her vicious method. Soon after, when the man slowly approached and his face was fully visible, Detective Kang gave out a scream.

'You, you! You! You!’

The reaction seemed to have met someone who should not have been met. Detective Kang's face turned pale and twisted like a demon at the same time. And without hesitation, he lifted up the crossbow and tried to fire it at the man, and from all sides the screams of the party erupted. The dragon arm next to me hurriedly put down the crossbow and flew off to grab Detective Kang's hand.

No!

Detective Kang desperately twisted his body in front of Yongpal's restraint and tried to fire a crossbow.

'Let go! Let go!

It was a violent rebellion. Detective Kang struggled to lift the crossbow, even though the dragon arm held his arm and gave him strength. The situation seemed to stabilize for a moment, as Doo-sik was forced to step up and grab Detective Kang's waist. But the man in front of him grinned for a long time, and soon shouted loudly, looking at detective Kang, who reacted violently.

'Oh! Detective Kang!’

It was a catalyst that the man recognized Detective Kang and called his name. Detective Kang finally began to struggle as if he had exploded, and his vocal cords shouted, "Get out!"

'Choi Tae-sik, you son-of-a-bitch!!!’

That's a big deal. Detective Kang has completely lost his reason. I winked at Kim Hye-jung, and in the end, Yong-pal brothers and Kim Hye-jung all rushed in and crushed detective Kang. Jukdo less than rice, and the situation is when he made an unexpected behavior here.

Choi Tae-sik? I began to reassemble what I heard from Detective Kang, searching my memory. And between the logic, I remembered the story I had with Detective Kang in the villa before meeting the variant. Serial killer, human flesh......... and the criminal that Detective Kang himself put in. I quickly lifted my head, feeling a thunderbolt in my head. Then Choi Tae-sik was already looking at me and opening his mouth.

'It was you, wasn't it?

Choi Tae-sik was definitely feeling the same way as me. They recognized each other, and finally found the person who was engaged in an invisible battle. The eyes seemed to see a poisonous snake, and strangely it smelled of blood and disgusting gut.

I stared at him without avoiding my eyes and bit my teeth hard. The root cause of all things, and the source of the pitch-black that I had been searching for, was before my eyes. Choi Tae-sik shook his voice with excitement.

I was wondering why the Eden bastards had changed so much....... yes, yes! It was you, wasn't it? It was you!'

A drop of saliva dripped through the lips of the agitated man. His eyes were only fixed on me, and there was no shaking of the poisonous eye to see if he was focusing everything on this situation. Crazy psychopath, I had no choice but to swear.

Kill him! We have to kill him!'

Behind me, Detective Kang, who fell on the floor, began to have seizures, and repeatedly struggled all over, telling him to kill Choi Tae-sik. It's not that I don't want to kill either. From the moment I met the cause of all this, I and the old man began to constantly ponder how to put a bolt into his head.

But the clever man lifted the child up and made it a shield, even sniffing the child's scent, sending us a clever provocation. Whether to shoot or not. Can the means be justified for the purpose? He made things worse by deftly touching on human weaknesses.

'You can't get out of here alive.’

And the old man refused to negotiate with an ultimatum without fail. The ideal ending was to save the child and kill him. However, as in everything, there was not a single line of stories that went as we thought. After hearing the old man's biting remarks, Choi Tae-sik suddenly looks serious, solidifying his smiling face. Then lift the child up and slowly open his mouth.

"You guys......... Aren't you curious about how those monsters out there come about?’

It was a random question to dig into the source. But we didn't even intend to answer that question, so we slowly moved and started approaching him. And he slowly backed away, raising the child, perhaps thinking of getting out of here.

'Undead? Howl? Zombies? What the hell are they? You bastards don't care about shit, but I've always wondered.

The fingers on the trigger began to tremble slightly. Between the aim, the face of the man smiling unluckily came in, and the face of the child with no expression passes through the blurred vision. Cold sweat flows from my forehead, perhaps because of the tension.

So by the time the cold sweat came to the tip of his nose, he took something out of his pocket. It was a disposable syringe, filled with something like a mouthwash inside. He licked his lips and began to mutter incessantly.

It's not like you're bitten and infected....... it's not caused by a person's dead. Then what is it? What the hell is it? So, after thinking about it, I started an experiment for humanity.’

The distance is only 20 meters ahead. We passed through the dazed people and approached him slowly. Bolt shined sharply as if he were about to rush out, and my old man and I, listening to his dog's noise, shined fiercely. But he didn't stop saying disgusting things.

'It's a yakgwa to bite. At first, I fed people monster meat and blood. But it doesn't change, it just drives me crazy. Man, what the hell is that? What would I have to do to make a person like them?’

The old man gritted his teeth and answered.

"Crazy bastard...".’

Choi Tae-sik's cheeks tremble as if they were convulsed after hearing curses. And he grinned.

So the last thing I chose was this....... it was a failure. But the results weren't bad.’

'No!!!'

When he lifted the syringe up, a shout came out of my mouth. I was listening to everything he had said, and I could see why the alarm kept ringing my head.

The syringe he lifted was stuck in the child's neck, and black globules began to spread into the child's body through blood vessels. The child struggled and had a seizure, which was soon grotesquely fractured his limbs. And by the time all the black stuff went in, he put the child down on the floor.

'Oh, gross. You look like a bugger.’

He blew himself away. At the same time the old man pulled the trigger, but Bolt narrowly penetrated his ear and missed it. I didn't miss the moment when Choi Tae-sik grabbed his ear and pulled the trigger, but I couldn't hit the guy who disappeared into deep darkness.

My fingers fall off the trigger. And the cold sweat on the tip of my nose fell on the floor, and my back was already wet with sweat. My arms and legs were shaking, and all my nerves were shouting, "Get away." You'll die if you stay still.

There was a cracking of bones and a gruesome drip of flesh everywhere. I managed to turn my head back and look at people who were just standing still. The men were ripping off their own eyeballs and jaws, lifting up their curiously twisted hands.

Soon after, the cries that seemed unlikely to be heard again began to resonate with countless cries.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhihi.

I threw a crossbow, and screamed at the back.

"Runer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"