I'm still alive

Squeeze muscles and stamina. The body screams that it has already reached its limit, but the mind curses and whips at me as I'm getting tired. My source turns into sweat and gets stuck in my nose. The distinction between reason and instinct has long disappeared and I couldn't feel what my eyes were and what my body was. Arms and legs move even though you're not thinking. The fear that my eyes might tie me up and lose me eats my mind. But like a candle burning just before my death, my hatred was directed at the traces of Ozzy.

The gap between them and us began to diminish gradually. Although falling snow covered their tracks and gave them a chance to escape from this city, the old man's desperate pursuit was a persistent rage that overturned all that opportunity and coincidence. They cross the car like crazy, step on the snow and step on it again and again. The snowstorm has blocked our view, but we can never stop it. The castle also passed through the tunnel and began to see a wider road. How much time do we have? Are they catching up? My eyes only turned to the old man's back.

It's been a long time. The impatience to be pursued and the immobile limbs choked my breath and made my heart beat hard. I wanted to run out. I just wanted to run like a madman and scream until my body broke. But the old man, who grabs me every time he does, kept in mind that he will wait and wait with anger in his coldness. Embedded anger, restrained hatred. What I had to pour out had to be like a fire horse that would devour everything, not a hot-looking flame.

Quiet advance; a chase unnoticed by the opponent. We approached them more quietly than the snow, more secretly than the wind. Then the Han River began to be seen in the distance, and a sign came into view indicating that there was a road next to it. At that moment the old man stopped walking, and slowly lowered his posture and touched the marks on the floor with his hands. From the old man's mouth....... A hushed voice came out with the breath that I had endured and endured. The voice was a mixture of joy and terrible hatred.

'I caught you.'

The horse vibrated my nerves. Vibrations that begin at the tip of the foot begin to flow through the blood vessels throughout the body. And where I arrived is my fingertips. The fingers, which began to tremble finely, held the gun handle and the trigger, and gave a full feel to the metal frozen in the cold wind. The old man quietly gets up from his seat. There's a wind blowing between us. But the candle, which was about to go out, kept shaking, waiting for the right time.

* * *

The old man hands me the telescope. I received the telescope, hiding myself between the cars, and turned my eyes toward the direction the old man pointed at. This is the parking lot of Han River Park. There was plenty of room to cover up, thanks to the rush to get out of the exit and empty cars blocking the way to the parking lot. We hid ourselves between the cars and the snow, quietly observing a place where they had gathered.

The place where their traces were cut off was the Han River building, which was seen far away. Next to the bike path, the Han River restaurant floating on the water was turned into a hideout for vagrants leaving only the sign ier. The restaurant was a heavenly fortress blocked by the Han River water everywhere. There is only one entrance to that building. And the vagrants knew it so well that they used strong barricades to completely block the entrance to the building.

However, the old man breaks their expectations as if it were too natural.

'When the sun sets, let's move. You'll never dream of us swimming.’

They mobilized all personnel at the only entrance. At least ten people were wandering around that area, and more than that, the ship was defending ironically between the entrance and the barricades. Of course, if I were an old man and I, I could go through that place right now. But at that moment, those who need to be saved will turn into hostages and intimidate us.

Darkness hides our figure at night. And I will use that darkness to take the rough, cold Han River water as a path. Aim for the back of the head of the guys who are focusing all their attention on the front. We become a sharp dagger and stab them in the direction they didn't expect.

We don't get caught by them as much as we can......, I had to save her.

Everything was a fight against time, but you should never feel impatient. Mistakes soon died, and I put down the telescope, bearing the heavy imprint on my chest. It's 3 p.m. now. Just wait two hours and the sun will probably start to set. But I didn't mean to squander that two hours.

I quickly sat down and stuffed the energy bar and water into my mouth. Of course the body was nauseating, refusing food, but I didn't stop my hands and mouth. You have to force yourself to eat. I had to force myself to eat to move. There was something in my mouth, but there was no taste or touch. Just chewing and swallowing, chewing and swallowing, desperately replenishing one's strength.

I brought it with me in a hurry.m.’

The old man sat next to me like that, quietly rummaging through the bag, and offered me a generous coal spear and a sharpened sword. I accepted it and looked at the old man breathing heavily. The old man, who was always strong and seemed to protect my back forever, was already very old. lush gray hair and wrinkled face And the pale face that appears between those wrinkles and the feet and legs that keep shaking. I put my hands on a black breast, feeling stiff around my eyes.

Muscle has already reached its limit, and the word physical strength has already run out. Perhaps the reason why we were able to survive here was that a firm spirit was squeezing our source. Every cell, every single cell, every power I could produce. But the limits have come....... We were going beyond that limit and approaching something more distant. Hwagwang Banjo, we were sitting in a burning space.

'I'm sorry.'

There was a recitation of self-praise from my mouth, such as recitation. I only brought up a word, but pain came from my torn lips, and fine vibrations came from my trembling limbs. And what hurt more than that was my heart beating slowly. I couldn't say all what I was sorry for. The gratitude and reassurance of the old man who always stood by my back. Nevertheless, many feel sorry for having to face a heartless reality. This was all I could say.

But the old man's face contained a smile that was more reassuring than any other light, rather than sadness and despair. From the old man's mouth, life's breath was flowing, ignoring the hardships and suffering he had suffered. And the answer that perhaps I wanted to hear echoed around.

'You can do it, Dong-yoon.'

You can do it. Yes, you can. It was too short, but it was also the answer I wanted so badly. Everything wasn't for sure. Will I be able to save her? What if she's already dead? Then can I really survive the reality? Everything was anxiety, and now even living is beginning to wear out. Everything resented why I had to feel this pain, why I gave myself this ordeal. I was in the middle of pain and fear.

But it wasn't me that kept me going. It wasn't myself that breathed into my heart. The reason I'm alive, the reason I'm still breathing. I finally found the reason after a long wandering and anguish. This heart beating that leads to where she is, the resonance felt in my hand that the old man gently held her. I, I can finally figure out the reason for everything now.

The reason I was still alive, all that was hope to tell me I was still alive.

* * *

Darkness surrounds the city. The darkness was a fear that, no matter how wild it was, never gone, a primitive fear. You can't get out of it even if you struggle like crazy. No matter how much I cry, the sun never rises. And that darkness brings another fear, and we become that fear and head for them. Darkness will kill them tonight. The old man, lying in the dark all around me, rose quietly from the grass and whispered to me.

'Don't shoot until the training finds you, okay?'

I nodded and sealed my rifle and pistol in a large plastic bag that the old man pulled out. Then he carried it on his back and held the three swords in his thighs, waist, and one hand. There was a flash of bonfire at the entrance seen from afar. We made a right-hand detour to escape the light, and soon arrived in front of the Han River, where the black waves were swaying.

'It's making noise, so never swim. Just ride the current and approach slowly.'

I nodded again. And the old man went near the Han River, took off his clothes, and wore only pants and short-sleeved shirts. Clothes become heavy when they drink water. The old man, who considered that, was the first to soak himself by the water, and quietly winked at me. Black pants and a black T-shirt. And the wave of black ripples kept me from even knowing what was dark and what was.

Whoo hoo hoo.

I breathed out twice long. And slowly immerse yourself in the water, taking care of even the splashing sound. The coldness, which started from my feet, reached my waist, and the Han River water, which froze my frantic heart, began to erode my body temperature. But I clenched my teeth and dipped the water down to my neck. Then the old man put his body on the rough current, wrapping a rope around his waist.

The current flows and we slowly approach the restaurant where we see them. The old man, emphasizing secrecy and stillness, let his head soak down to the bottom of his nose. Cold, cold. Everything but the head freezes and the senses disappear. But I persevered, and persevered, and flowed along the current like a floating Bupyeong candle. I clenched my teeth. Cold water began to poke my skin, but now even the pain felt insignificant to me.

Patience, patience. The fingertips freeze, the eroded coldness makes the head freeze. His lips trembled profusely, and hypothermia that began to come clouded his thoughts and minds. But I didn't forget one goal in that blur. Shaking vision, frozen eyes. The eyeball headed only to a restaurant where I had to kill.

sucking.

The old man swallowed a small chastisement and pulled the rope I was hanging on. Then reach out to the back of the restaurant and fixate myself and my body being dragged by the current. Only one minute was a painful time that felt like an hour. But I shook my head to forget the oblivion surrounding my head rather than the joy of finally arriving. The old man slowly raised his hand, fixing me and himself to the restaurant dock, pointing in one direction. My gaze naturally followed the finger over the pier.

I see two shadows walking around the pier. The flashing lights that were holding flashlights disappeared in a flash. I listened to the sound of the current. Then came the murmur of conversation, with a sigh. I thought there would be no guards around here, but it was a narrower radius than I thought. The old man looks into my eyes and points to a quiet one.

There are two guards guarding this place. However, they are busy chatting with each other while walking around the area to see if they are guarding each other places. A state of lax vigilance, literally compared with the front. At one moment I caught exactly what the old man had intended, and quickly flowed on the current and settled on the other side of the old man. Then he slowly pulled out the Great Sword from his hand. The blade of a knife frozen with hatred appears with cold water from the hand taken out of the water.

‘.’

'Ha ha.'

The two of them are busy laughing and chatting among themselves about what's so pleasant. I waited and waited for a chance to come one day, holding my hands trembling with cold and anger. Then a minute later, a fellow guard began to say something, and he began to walk alone toward the old man. And the other one......, was walking towards exactly this side with a flashlight.

Crouching.

The man who walked in the direction of the old man lowered his pants and began to pee toward the water of the Han River. And the guy walking towards me keeps his back on the line. Finally, the two fell. I hid my pounding heart in the dark and slowly raised my head in the water.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

The hot breath pops through the frozen mouth.

And at that moment, the image of the man who was peeing in the distance suddenly disappears into the darkness. Not even a scream was heard. He had only disappeared quietly with a small splash as if he had been taken away by a water ghost. I slowly raised my head. And as soon as the other, who approached me closely, turned his head in the direction of the sound, he quickly reached out and drew an Achilles' tendon.

a hand-wringing paddies

That's what I've been hoping for. The sharp blade snapped his tendon. I grabbed his leg before he screamed and pulled it toward the water where I was. The dull sound of him falling and the splashing sound reverberates in silence. I quickly reach out and clap his mouth. Then he dived into the water and dragged him into the darkness.

I don't kill you at once.

He struggled in pain and tried to scream, but the black water that enveloped everything stopped him from screaming. Breaths he exhales become drops of water and go up to the surface. But it was only the last will the hidden man could make. I took the sword and stabbed him in the stomach and chest. But he never aimed for the heart.

Wriggle, wriggle. Every time I stab myself, I see a life of a man who disappears. But I gave him intense pain and fear so he couldn't even look at the lantern. You won't see anything. Nothing will be heard. Even the fact that he existed will be buried deep in the abyss.

My mind calms strangely.

I slowly open my eyes in the water, feeling a dying man.

Now darkness has come here.