I'm still alive

Flames dance in front of your eyes.

The bullet shrieked through the silencer, and the tough lead ball crosses the cold atmosphere. Excitement and reaction draw adrenaline. Accelerate, the world begins to slow down and all nerves and minds head to the trigger-pulling index finger. And every time I pull the trigger like a spring, my eyes pop up. I was 100% aware of the situation now. Accept reality, throw your whole body into the tide. I was shooting at him now.

Come on! Come on!

a beast first confronted with the fire that man is holding He showed a sense of embarrassment and was being targeted by the flowering net from all sides. You won't die if you pierce your head anyway. If he wasn't confident of turning the skull into a complete porridge, he had to mop up his body with a lead ball of paint. And those promised actions were telling him we weren't hunting.

'Left!!!!!!!'

The old man shouted in a harsh voice. A leading directive to change the direction of the muzzle. The party rants and desperately turns the gun. He was trapped in the fire net that we sent him and couldn't enter this way, but we couldn't give him a fatal blow. Night shooting without light was that much hard work, and it was an extreme situation where the target could not be identified without the old man in front of it. Like a tightening rope, I start a fine line over the tension.

For him, darkness was not just an environment, but a deadly weapon. A clever, thinking creature. I knew exactly what he was after from my experience. The accelerated head was telling me what to do, and the body followed the order faithfully. It is heated for a moment like an engine that bursts like a bomb and begins to tread on the muscles.

Clink, clink!

The window on the side is broken and his arm pokes through the barricades. A deadly attack coming from a perfect blind spot. But moving one step ahead, I snatched Detective Kang from within range and quickly fell on the floor. A long hand cuts through the air above my head. The guy who missed his goal starts shaking his elongated arm around with a fierce groan.

Argh!!!

Residents gave a tearful scream among the fluttering shards of glass. A cry of eardrums, and an abnormal behavior of a man scratching the walls of a senior citizen center. The spread of fear quickly began to change the surrounding air currents, and the party stopped firing. All eyes are filled with hesitation and embarrassment. But he wasn't an old man who would just look at it.

Cover me!

It's not just attacking the arm that came into the building. The old man was cool-headed in this urgent situation, and thought he would make an unexpected move.

The old man, who quickly rose from his seat, moved skillfully to avoid the erratic attack. Then he ran as if he were performing acrobatics and pushed himself out of the side window. At first glance it may seem like a suicide, but this bold move was a starting point for turning the tide.

The old man's shout of cover, and I followed the cry faithfully and made a bustling move to keep him from taking his eyes off this side. Now, look at me! I escaped the attack that he fired by rolling and crawling badly.

As he was so focused on catching me, the old man fired at the body attached to the building. Clap, clap, clap! Flames pop out of the window and dull muffler sounds loudly in the building. There we go! The attack went in. I was so sure and swallowed a shout of joy into my mind. Riding on the back of the horse, it is infested with a subtle pleasure.

the first effective stroke He quickly pulled out his arm with a grotesque scream. Broken pieces of glass flutters and barricades hanging on the windows rattle violently. The old man pulled himself out safely with the help of his companions around him, and soon his cries began to be heard from the building. Can you feel the noise? Now that the sound's gone, maybe he ran away? All sorts of miscellaneous thoughts filled my and my party's heads.

I ordered a halt to fire once to save ammunition. Then, they gather the group one by one and leave each other's backs to form a formation. Turn your eyes to the windows all around. Buildings and darkness made visibility limited, and prevented us from locating him. As you have to look around through only four windows, the boiling speed becomes frustrating as the view is stuffy. I licked my dry lips and pushed my saliva into my rough throat.

A minute later, the dragon-arm whispers.

'Have you gone?'

The remark represented everyone's thoughts. We must have learned from the old man's attack that we are not easy prey to catch. Yes, the wishful thinking that maybe he gave up hunting and ran away spread among the group. The residents secretly swallowed their tears, and the gunpoint standing upright slowly goes down. The hour hand moves incessantly. And time went by as if it were natural.

Then, about ten minutes later, the old man walked quietly forward with his fingers tapped.

' Detective Kang! Doo-sik! Follow me.'

It was time to check whether he really went or not. An old man with good eyes volunteered to come forward and call out the two who have great strength and experience.

Bark, bumblebee.

The old man's feet step on the torn floorboard. The scattered bullets rolled around, making a loud noise, followed by the footsteps of Detective Kang and Doo-sik. Inside the building there was a great deal of tension across the atmosphere.

‘.’

Why?

‘.’

Why on earth?

The sound from reality was clearly silent. It was a natural reality for all the parties, not just me. Nothing is seen, nothing is heard. But it was as if all the senses had deceived me and buried the truth. I question my head countless times and ask again if the answer is correct, but all senses nod their heads and say it's safe. But why, but why!

Beep beep beep beep beep beep.

But the reason for this is endless. Even though I was saying it was safe, my hands didn't stop shaking. My body was still ready to fight, and I, who determined it to be safe, gave a harsh scolding. No, it doesn't make sense. I couldn't believe this reality. Because, something beyond all these senses was whispering in my ear.

The darkness is deceiving us.

Oh, my.

Breathe out, and then break up against something intangible. I gasped and caught sight of distant air. Here it comes, something's coming. Unseen, unheardable, but surely something is coming. Time passed slowly and the sound everywhere began to be heard distinctly.

The sound of an old man's footsteps, the sound of a dragon swallowing saliva, the sound of Kim Hye-jung breathing, and the sound of a shell rolling on the floor. And the sound that separates the darkness and becomes a shape of fear.

Yong-pal's mouth was poking, but I couldn't hear it and passed by in an instant. It was obvious that you called me. But my ears shut off all the speech sounds, and I put my eyes in front of the race horse.

What is it? The view changes.

The view before my eyes began to shake whether my feet were moving. This short street began to stretch like a long hallway and I was not breathing.

I was running and everything looked slow. The people walking ahead looked back at me, but even the movement seemed slow. The space that saved me every time is once again expressed.

It's a crisis. This is what happened because the crisis came. I rolled my eyes to find him in the space I made myself. First window, no. Second window, no! So the rest of the windows? No! There's no one anywhere. I didn't think he would break down the wall, a space blocked from all sides.

Think realistically. The reason I can't see him is because he hid himself from us. I couldn't hide where I could see unless he was an idiot. And my eyes were fixed on the entrance to the senior citizen center. It's something we have, but it's of no use to him. an unexpected passage to the point where it is said to be true

There it is,

But it's closed,

No! Nevertheless, think of all possibilities.

0.01 second.

My eyes have been sore as if they were falling out and my back bone is pulling. Only my instincts were telling me there would be him behind that door. The old man looks back at me with a surprised face, and detective Kang and Doo-sik stop in surprise. I was probably yelling. Dangerous! Or avoid! But I couldn't even hear my yell. The tinnitus rings, and the leg muscles go beyond the limits. Then a barricade blocking the door rattles away.

Argh!!!!!!!!!

He crawls into the building with a grotesque scream. At that moment the scene stopped, and I was far away in the time it stopped. I can't see everything, but I can see everything.

A flying piece of wood, a poorly separated door, and a cold night breeze blowing into the building with him. At that short moment cold sweat rolls from the forehead and falls on the back of the nose.

His hands aim at the old man in front of him. But the old man was not aware of the attack coming from behind because he was looking at me. If that sharp hand hits the old man's head, it will break the bone and fry the flesh. But it wasn't the future I had foreseen.

Once again, instant!

My body, which ran forward and flew away, grabbed the old man's waist and made him fall on the floor. The hand that was flying with a harsh sound is forced to cut through the air. Such a mere sharp example passed through the old man's hair. I was able to revive the party once again in that short time and space. The electrifying electricity made me climb up my spine and stand my head up.

He turns me a face distorted by anger. It's you again! It's you again! The anger of missing the game twice begins to waver around the red eye. And that black hatred came only to me. the person responsible for making a fool of himself twice All the things that have caused the situation to this point! He didn't laugh anymore, and he didn't aim for the other party.

Nails like sickles flew towards my neck. But I was staring at his eyes and all his signs, and I was not impressed. Quickly push the old man and desperately twist his body. His fingernails were plugged into the floorboard next to him, and my hands instinctively turned to Holder. A heavy cold pistol handle is held. A fierce biting wind passed between us, and the smell of a fishy death struck the tip of my nose. It's going to explode. The wildness that was inherent in the body is now torn.

The sound of a pistol getting out of the holder hit the ear, and I aimed at him. My move was faster than his. I stop shaking as if I were a part of a gun. His head and body come in between the sightings. A perfect opportunity to attack without having to take a moment. I gave my index finger a push and pulled the trigger quickly. Flames and heavy recoil push my arm muscles and body.

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

a three-gun bullet One shot cut open the air, the other hit right in the neck. The lead ball rotates, bounces the flame and exits the gun. Strangely enough, the trajectory of the last bullet to fly began to be seen. Like a death-calling meteor shower, the lead ball turned back into the sky. The bullet that flew out like that made one of his red eyes burst, and splashed black blood.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

The first animal screams came from his mouth. There was no predator above himself. There was no blind man to hurt himself. This gray city was only for him, and a paradise made for him. There must have been no feeling of fear and fear. There must have been no primitive instinct to be hunted. But today, when the night is so cold, he will feel the futility of dying, as if the baby were taking the first step on the floor.

The party pulls the trigger.

Flames are everywhere, and fierce attacks that don't even require aiming shots have begun to mop up his body. Black blood splashes, and the body and face of a man mocking him no longer laugh. He swung his hand around like a fire moth dug into the fire, but it was nothing but a meaningless defiance. The party pulls the trigger hard, using the flame from the gun's barrel as a lantern.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

The feeling of not wanting to die was carried by a grotesque scream. A body with holes quietly collapses as if it were stabbing paper with a needle. When you stretch out your hand, your fingers disappear, and when you stir your arms, your arms fall off. If you run away, the old man's persistent fire will break your leg. The first fear presented to us was gradually divided into the storm of bullets.

Stop shooting! Stop shooting!!!’

The old man shouted and ordered the party to stop shooting. If the body of the man had already been torn down for a long time and shot the fallen man recklessly, it could have been a sub-military attack to match the other party. The judgment of the old man, who properly cut off excitement and fighting spirit, was wise. The party swallowed a rough breath and put their index finger on the trigger, and gazed at the gunpowder smoke from the gunpoint.

You're so cute.

In front of us, a lump of meat was wriggling. Where did the momentum that I showed at first go, he was scratching the floor with the sound of livestock dying. Death comes to him. An endless abyss that had never been expected was coming to him for the first time. The party looked at me without saying anything, and I slowly changed the ammunition of the pistol.

When the group's attack stopped, he hurriedly ran out the door. No, hurry up? The speed of the rush was similar to the pace of my slow walking. The man, whose limbs have been broken, crawls across the threshold, and looks at the darkness of the night, his nest and all his own, with lingering eyes. And I quietly followed behind the black-blooded bastard.

He stretches out his ragged arms.

Just like that's perfect!

I shot that arm.

He's crawling with his fluffy legs.

Hit it! Hit it!

I shot the bridge.

He turns his head and looks at me with hollow eyes.

There was darkness, and I pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A beam of light flashed and disappeared in a flash.