I'm still alive

The bullet flies in the air, and the light from the gun's mouth flashes nonstop flashes. The old man's anger was seen through the lights. An evil spirit, a hunter who catches mutants. The old man vented all the ammunition in his head and body. He struggled his arms and legs and tried to get out of the flower net, but he ended up falling into the hallway before a skillful and persistent shot.

Stomping, a stampede.

load as fast as a machine I could feel the will to never let go. A frantic flying bullet breaks all the windows, and mops the curtains. And just like the curtain, the man who was in a terrible mood ended up on the floor as a lump of meat. The chirping sound feels like a terminal where the flames are going out. By the time the old man finally emptied his last bullet, he lifted up a fire extinguisher he didn't know where Du-sik got it from and began to shoot him down on the head.

With the sound of crunching, his brain is in trouble, and the brain water flows down through his skull. His arms and legs flinched like a bug, and he completely lost his will to attack. But Du-sik never stopped. Just repeat shooting down the fire extinguisher until he stops moving completely. After watching the scene quietly, I calmly accepted the completely lost left field of vision. Close your right eye with such a sigh of relief. I can't see anything now.

"Brother!"

It's the voice of a dragon. When I opened my right eye again, the dragon-arm was crawling this way, bawling. The loud sound of a radio in my pocket overlaps with the sound of Du-sik knocking him down, creating a mysterious harmony. The dragon-arm, who crawled this way, took out a bandage with his rattling hand, and began frantically wiping the blood flowing down my face. Strangely, the right-eye view is red. And between the blurred vision, the face of Yong-pal, who was squeezing tears and snot, was seen intact.

'Why are you crying?

The crying scene was so funny that I asked casually. But even with my smiling face, Yongpal started to cry as if the world had collapsed. At that moment my vision reversed, and I felt the touch of a rough hand holding my face. It was an old man who was throwing him away in a frenzy of anger earlier. The old man was somehow blushing around his eyes, checking my eye condition.

"Hey, why did you do that?...... eh?'

'It's all right.'

I replied that it was okay. Yeah, everything's fine. No pain was felt, and even the fear that weighed on the mind had disappeared. Now fear was not afraid of them, and all that was as hazy as the misty road became more and more apparent over time. And the heart, rising like a dandelion seed, was fluttering in the warm spring breeze blowing by the party. I'm glad everyone's okay.

The old man wiped the blood flowing down my face, and took out a new bandage and lapped my left eye and head. As time went by, the bleeding soon began to be caught. The hot pain finally came, but I got up from my seat ignoring it. Looking at the world with the right eye alone, you can feel a sense of deja vu and a deep foreign object. When I got up from my seat, the dragon-arm came running quickly and helped me.

As I turned my head, Du-sik, who drooped his shoulders, was looking at me. Doosik's face contained a deep sense of sorry, gratitude, and hesitation that could not be approached carelessly. What's wrong, puberty? As I approached with a smile, Du-sik finally approached me with a silly smile.

Although he is usually quiet and rarely expresses his feelings, he seems to have been very angry with the guy who took my left eye. The mutant, who made my eyes like this, was already in the corner of the corridor, and Du-sik, who made him so, stared at my wound with his deerlike eyes. I patted Doosik on the back as if not to worry.

I picked up the gun I threw on the floor again, and took out a frantic radio. The voices of Kim Hye-jung and Park Dae-bak, who had been sending radio messages since the beginning of the fight, seemed very urgent and anxious. They thumped from the stairs over there to see if they were already running toward here. I sent them a radio message saying it was okay, and I had to listen to Kim Hye-jung for a while to tell them why they answered so late. I was forced to turn down the volume with a false laugh.

And at that moment the door of the teachers' room slowly began to open. Looks like you've cleared the barricades now, haven't you? The man who opened the door was a frail man with glasses on, who came out in a sweaty state, made eye contact and took a picture of his hips. You must have had a hard time cleaning up the barricades by yourself.

When he fell on the floor, he looked at me with a face of fear as if he were facing a monster. But when I received the eye, I looked at him without any expression and looked inside the teachers' room where the door was opened. All the desks and chairs were used to block the door, and the interior was larger than I thought. But the smell of filth and disgusting stench on the tip of their noses told them what kind of life they were living.

You got the radio, right? This is the rescue team.’

I'm sure you've heard a violent knock. But I told him deliberately, pretending to be calm. Perhaps businesslike and hard, this attitude was the biggest way to reassure them. Never look tired or soft. Just the right attitude, the way it's always been. I'm the rescue team that came to save you. He spoke in action and gaze rather than in a hundred words.

The man stood up, nodding his head frantically. The glasses he was wearing had already been smashed on one side and fixed with Scotch tape. His face was full of dirty times, and his clothes smelled of disgusting filth. But knowing that I had no choice but to do so in this situation, I purposely reached out to him.

May I come in for a moment?’

Shake hands. Everybody does, but not everyone does. The act of asking for understanding and sharing favors from the other party was a warm gesture that did not go well with this era. But I asked for it, and the other handshake slowly began to shake as if it was new.

Holding my hands together, he nodded frantically, and began to shed dangling tears of chicken poop. He seemed to realize the reality that he was rescued. The man sobbed quietly, and at that moment little shadows began to emerge one by one in the dark corner of the teachers' room. And a woman, who appeared to be the only adult woman in the pack, asked the man.

Sir... who are these people?…?’

I have no strength in my voice. When I looked up and looked in the direction of the sound, there were pale and thin people gathered in one place. When my eyes met, they scattered in small screams, and soon they hid in each other and were wary of the uninvited guests who came suddenly. But whether or not he knew it, the tearful man guided us into the teacher's office.

As I entered the teacher's office, a cold chill hit my face. There were no heaters, and even the blankets they were wearing were thin. In a situation where it is fortunate that he did not freeze to death, the only thing in this large space was the radio equipment and a sack on one side. The old man walked quietly to the place where things were gathered, and quickly opened the sack.

Did you eat dog food?’

Inside the sack was dog food, the cause of this damp smell. Dog food, which was cold and did not know the expiration date, smelled quite disgusting. The old man's voice was a mess, and I closed my eyes quietly in such poor circumstances. The man, who was making room for us to sit on one side, said with a weak head.

There's a... ...an animal hospital nearby.….’

I raised my hand and cut him off. Of course there must have been a strain on the continued supply of food, and I didn't mean to blame him for having lived on dog food. However, I wondered why I had to stay here until this point. Shouldn't we have joined Eden earlier?

Why have you been so quiet? You should've called me sooner.’

It is Eden, whose top priority is to unite the survivors. Although there has been some upheaval recently, even its roots have never been rotten. Surely if we had sent an earlier request for help, the head of the group would have been willing to come to rescue them.

The man, however, only bowed his head without a word and gave no particular answer. No, can't he answer? The man clenched his fist as if something had happened, and soon began to shake his hands. My eyes glistened sharply at the sight, and the old man, who was glancing sideways, rose quietly from his seat and glistened. Oh, there's something else. A sharp touch was telling me so.

Dong-yoon!’

"Mr. Dong-

As soon as I was about to ask the man what was going on, the door of the teacher's office opened with a bang, and detective Kim Hye-jung and Kang rushed in. They ran towards this place, calling my name furiously if they were not interested in the opponent we had to rescue. I had to explain to them that the strain had died and that the work had been done well for 10 minutes in the future. However, Detective Kang hardened his expression throughout the story of whether he had any complaints, and Kim Hye-jung burst into tears for 10 minutes looking into my eyes.

I'm the one who got hurt. I felt unfair, but I had no choice but to soothe her. By the way, when I saw her crying, the faces of Kang Soo-ryeon and Chae-yeon brushed their heads and passed by. I'm sure I'll be in a lot of trouble when I get back....... I had no idea how to appease them.

* * *

I was surprised to see more survivors than I thought. When the man calls the children quietly, they wriggle out of the blankets they were hiding and line up in front of us in an orderly manner. From kindergarteners who look very young to high school students who were attending this school. The age range was varied and the gender ratio was even. The only adults here were her and a man called a teacher, but how did she survive a variant? It is a shocking sight to the point where the word "automatically" comes out.

On the contrary, however, respect and goodwill arose for the man and woman who were guarding the children. It was never something anyone could do. We're fine, his radio to save only the children. I clearly remembered the radio and the mind, and before I set off, I released to them the emergency food that had been packed in their bags, and let them stock up on their stamina for a while to walk.

'Aya......'

I screamed like a cry for pain in my left eye. The old man slapped me on the forehead as if to stay still, and soon brought me clean water and washed my wound. Of course, there were disinfectants and other drugs, but they were so sensitive that they could not be used carelessly. The old man frowned and changed the bandage, and soon breathed a deep sigh.

'I'm deeply hurt.’

'It's all right.'

I could only give the same answer as a parrot. Of course, I'll have to go to the hospital and get full-fledged treatment, but I've already made up my mind in a corner of my mind. Perhaps, the left eye is no longer visible. But strangely enough, there was no regret. I was just relieved, and I was so satisfied with myself for acting without hesitation.

I patted Yong-pal's head next to me in tears. But the old man, who saw my calmness, eventually pressed me in a fiery rage.

'It's not okay, you bastard! You have to think about healing, you're already giving up!’

The old man is right. But the reality was strangely out of touch. I nodded quietly and shut my mouth, and looked around the noisy interior of the teachers' room. Kim Hye-jung and Park Da-hye wandered around frantically to take care of the children, while Detective Kang put his heads together with Park Dae-bak to draw the route on the map. The ringing radios announce the end of the work. And now through the bright open curtains, the sunlight caught in the middle of the building came in.

'Excuse me......'

As I was about to get up from my seat wearing a hat, a man who was taking care of the children came here and spoke to me. Looking weak, his lips quivered with a pale face, and he couldn't open his mouth for a while as if something was hesitating. Do you think we've finally decided to talk? I guessed roughly what the hesitation meant, so I waited for him slowly.

'Tell me.'

He's a good man. I listened to him and thought of helping him without overdoing it. Is it because of my warm favor? After a long pause, he bowed his head and said,

There are more survivors in the gym.’

At the end of the man's words, the woman in the distance screamed dismally.

'Teacher!!!'

The scream contained grudges about how you could do that and fears about them we didn't know. The old man laughed quietly beside him, and I made a gesture to calm down towards the woman. For a moment, the teacher's room became quiet, and the children began to get together and take notice. But the man recited quietly, as if he had to say it.

'It's a gathering of adult men and women......... rescue them, too.’

The old man uttered a biting tongue.

'You've been abandoned, haven't you?’

The man shrugged, and from afar the children huddled together to protect themselves. An automatic reaction from instinct and learning. I could see why they haven't been able to send rescue requests. There are dog feeders and those who wrap themselves in a nasty blanket. The weak always die, and it digs into reality like the providence of nature.

A stupid person. He proved himself to be a human being to the end even though he was abandoned for uselessness. They must have been called a pushover, accused of being stupid. He may have lived a life of servility, bowing endlessly. But he was never dirty.

The children who were hiding in the distance ran one by one to cover the man, and look at me with alert eyes. I feel rewarded to be here, lightening that watchful glance.

'Stretch your shoulders.’

'What?'

'I didn't do anything wrong, so straighten your shoulders.’

The man looked up at me blankly, and my hands were patting him on the shoulder without a word. The old man who was sitting over there stood up with a grumbling that his back was hurting, and all the party were ready to head for Eden. Now it was time to go back to Eden and listen to the nagging.

'We know those guys well.’

The old man murmured past me and the man. I sent a signal to the party to move, and I held the gun that Yong-pal took care of with both hands. Now, it was time to put down all the nightmares and go home. In the distance, the old man's recitation rang out in the hall, opening the door first.

'That's right, Dong-yoon?'