I'm still alive

The gray eyes buried in the snow, I felt the blood and heart tremble as I faced them. This sense, the feel that licked the skin, everything that made up of me was saying danger. The moment feels like eternity, and my eyes and a moment of cold freeze. And once he opened his stiff-eyed eyes, the grey aphrodisappeared and left nothing but empty space before his eyes. Oh, I missed it in sight.

I quickly pulled out a gun and sent a crazily signal to the party. Then the old man, who guessed that he had an evil spirit, kicked the rest of the party and made them watch out, leaving each other's backs and backs together in a circle.

I gulped and looked madly. Eyes, eyes, eyes, white eyes and gray eyes. What is snow, what is he? I whipped my nerves and urged them to find him.

Brother, brother! What's there? Right?

Yong-pal hurriedly raised the gun and shook his voice. The Yong-pal, who had little experience in using a gun, had a sloppy posture of holding the gun, and the gun was shaking dangerously. And with a trembling voice as much as a gunshot, he pushes me as if he saw what he saw. Then the old man, who was beside Yong-pal, came close to me, biting his lips tightly, and asked me, who was keeping his mouth shut.

'Are you a new guy.

I nodded frantically. Variety is not one kind. As experience has told us, they have a variety of species, just like the newly created ones. And what I just found is a new guy I've never seen before.

White skin like snow hid the body like a protective color, and the creepy gray eyes could not feel any emotion and thought. The attack on us is not coming, he is not near us. What the hell are you after? What are you waiting for?

When I swallow my saliva, cold sweat from my back drips down to my hip bone. I try to squeeze my wet hands because of the strain. I couldn't afford to wipe my sweat like that and just kept looking around. As time goes by, we get tired. The brain is pickled with tension and fatigue, and even delusions of hallucinations.

Fear becomes a mirage and passes through our eyes like a haze. Fear in the eyes, fear as if there is something, is tangible and wavering. I have a cool throat. The number of cases and the imagination that my throat might be torn began to stab my heart and senses with a knife. Fear whispers to me. Shoot, shoot! Shoot all the fear in front of your eyes.

No, Dongyoon.

Reason catches me. I breathed out and gently took off my finger holding the trigger. Sweat flowed down, and a body as stiff as a statue shrieks. And a single ray of reason flowed down through his wet head with fear. Let's think, yeah. Let's calm down. There must be a way, a way to break this situation.

What on earth is he after, and why isn't he attacking us?

I looked through the snow and rolled my head frantically. The taut brain screams as if it were overloaded, but I try to ignore the scream and keep my eyes closed. The snow in front of you disappears and reappears, and the forest full of white becomes blurred. Logic is beginning to expand. Why are we here, and what are they trying to do?

The men we've met so far have not attacked us. I was just watching as if something was going smoothly. Suppose they think they're human. What did he intend and let us go? And where is our final destination?

I swallowed my saliva and licked my cracked lips with the cold wind. Then he managed to lift his immobile head and look at the school building in the distance. Our destination is that building. Assuming they know that? Could it be that all these things were aimed at? As the family draws a conclusion, the goosebumps that start from the tip of the foot soar to the tip of the head.

Yeah, you guys want us to go there. That's the net for catching rabbits, and the end of the mall. And it was a place where they would put knives on us. I moved my hand instinctively to change the gun's control, and sent a retreat signal to the old man.

Never move as intended. The old man slowly led the party out of the woods when he checked my retreat signal. We've already walked about three minutes into the middle of the forest. The time felt too long to go back the way I had come. The party backed away with a face full of tension, and cold wind and blade-like snow came pouring down my face.

The trees that began to flutter frantically seemed to warn us as if to go out. Light snow piled up on the floor was blown by the wind, and began to create snowstorms like sandstorms. At that moment, a wind like the sound he makes blows through it. The party could not tell whether the sound was a mutant coming toward the site or a voice of fear.

Square, square.

But I stop walking. Fear is funnyly learned, and the brain remembers how to find a breakthrough in the dark. The danger signal that pricks my ears and licks my skin sends me all the information. Didn't the party hear you? Yeah, I'm sure I'm the only one who heard it. Neither hearing nor hallucination like a haze, but the real looming danger.

a square angle

The sound of digging through the snow becomes intense. And the sound pierces my ears sharply, buried in the sound of the wind. He's angry. He got angry when we tried to get out of the trap. If my retreat signal had been decisive, it was now his turn to attack us.

It's a protective color. I couldn't see his body at all. I gave up looking for him by sight and ended up closing my eyes. And he began to focus everything on his hearing by putting his finger on the trigger so that he could fire a gun at any time. The fear of being attacked right now makes you fall into the illusion of standing with your eyes closed at the edge of the cliff. Open your eyes, open your eyes. Instinct says I suppressed my instincts.

Square, square, square, square.

Right? Left? Or front? Back? He was banging around us. The more I stepped back, the less the circle began to shrink, and my nerves and skin began to tremble frantically. And by the time we were looking near the entrance, the electric signal, which started from the tip of our toes, soared into our heads. He didn't sound any more footsteps, and my fingers had been flinching.

And my eyes opened.

Time flies slowly. The blinking snow danced slowly in front of my eyes, and the faces of the whole party pass by like a scene in a movie. I scream at the stiff muscles and urge them to move. He tries to capture the direction of the man's coming by rolling his stiff eyeballs to wear out. And when my eyes met with Park Da-hye in front of me, my hands moved.

Park Da-hye looks at me in surprise. In my two eyes I could see a white object flying behind her with its mouth wide open. His open mouth was torn to the side of his ear, and his whole body was full of white hair. The eyes were grayed out, but for now they are full of joy to face slaughter, not a dull feeling. He was sure. To kill Park Da-hye, and to be sure that we can kill all of our people.

I spat at the conviction. Lift up a heavy gun like a thunderbolt and aim at the mouth he is spreading. A whip is applied to the finger holding the trigger in a slow time. Squeeze, pull hard. He is astonished as my gunpoint heads toward him. The wide open mouth is colored with displeasure, and it twists in the air to avoid the muzzle.

in a rush

A gun with a silencer began to shoot out fire. The three-point shot at him flew furiously, but unfortunately he cut open the air, and once again he disappeared from sight. But I was never disappointed by the stray bullet. It was important to give him the idea that we were not hunting. Get rid of your fear, we are not hunted.

'Don't move!'

A heavily suppressed shot breaks the tension and silence that had been maintained. The party was so flustered that they picked up their guns, and I shouted at them in a split voice. I don't know where or what kind of attack will come from. If we panicked as a group, we could get a sub-military.

There is, there is something. The group of people who grasped the situation hardened their facial expressions when I fired the gun, and soon followed the old man's quick instructions. When the group bowed down, the surrounding landscape began to be seen at a glance. Now, where are you? From my gun, light gunpowder smoke leaked out, and at the tip of my nose I smelled the tension and the scent from the gun. It's pungenthusky.

Square, square, a square angle

He no longer hid his voice. Also, he began to bang around us with a violent sound, as if he were saying he was angry. Unbelievably perfect color for protection and the speed at which it overwhelms the strains it has met. Never came into view. In a situation where it would not be strange if someone was attacked like this, the dregs of despair began to get stuck in the heads of the party.

White, white, white. No matter how much I look around, I can only see white. The white terror came, and the snow falling from the sky sticks to my skin like hell fire. The fire line, which became tense as if it would burst soon, tore off its desire to survive and made it bleed. He doesn't look white, so what can I do? My head is taut and instinct, not brain, leads me.

Put the gun down. He's going after me......... Don't move.’

I said so and began to move busily across the middle of the party. Then the group tried to get up from their seats with a look of astonishment and embarrassment, and began to protest as if what on earth were they doing. But only the old man shouted at the party, hailing at them.

"Don't move, you bastards!"

Rough curses weigh on the party, and thin ice-like eyes harden them. But I read the trust that was stronger than steel in those sharp eyes sent by the old man. I'm waiting, whatever you do, I'll take it. There was no hesitation in my movements the moment I read that look.

I took off my jacket. He wears only the innermost half-sleeves and stands firm. I reached out my trembling hand and took the great sword out of my thigh and drew my arm straight out of my arm. The skin, pale with cold, screamed as soon as the blade of the knife touched, and the forearms began to spout so red blood. Flowing blood spits out hot steam like a prey that tempts him.

I am standing in the middle of the group's posture. It was like a bait swaying in front of one's eyes as if asking to eat. I raised my hand to show him the red blood that began to flow. Now, it's the flesh and blood you've been craving so much. And he took the bait faithfully, and began crawling between the eyes.

I get goose bumps. I began to feel from every sense that he was aiming for me. Side? Front? Turn your eyes and only aim for the timing of his run. The spine began to cool and stiffen. And the eyeballs get as stiff as they fall out. One, two, three. He was flying so closely behind my back. I turned and escaped the attack like I fell on the floor.

Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He cries out for the first time. The eardrum-splitting cry contained the anger of a carnivore who had lost its prey before his eyes. I didn't avoid his eyes while I was falling. Anger, anger, anger, hatred, and slaughter. I read everything in that eye, and carried out my intentions. As my blood-stained arms swung, red blood scattered against him.

Blood that contains hotness flies through the cold snow falling from the sky. It was like a dagger to the hell of the eye, a red beacon signaling the start of a counterattack. The man who failed the attack went over our party and once again began to escape through the snow. I'm sure he thinks this way. You're lucky enough to survive, and I have plenty of opportunities.

But the moment I looked up at the sky, I was convinced that it was wrong.

My body, which managed to avoid the attack, fell to the ground in a terrible way. Time passes slowly, and my eyes only encounter the eyes of an old man looking this way. And we shared the good-bye of lifting the gun instead of greeting. The move was like a flare.

My blood was so red over the white snow. And the blood stained his body, which resembled the black ink that fell on the white drawing paper. The body of the man crawling on those white snow began to look so clear with blood. My blood left color and it was his turn to target.

As all the guns turned to the clear-cut man, the old man murmured with a relieved breath.

I got you at last, you son of a gun.

And the gun spewed out the same swear word.