I'm still alive

a visit to the country

Darkness that obscures the world comes without foresight. Deep currents that eat everything flow without making a sound. We had to, too. I quietly reached out and climbed up the pier, and the little splashing soon disappeared, buried in the sound of the wind. My body is shaking. Cold water flows down my skin, and the opposite heart, leaving a deep presence, breathes hot heat into my whole body.

Sigh.

He opened his mouth and let out all the remaining chill in his heart. The dark docks, where two beasts died, now have only breaths and drops of water falling on the floor. I quickly shook myself off and pulled out a pile of rifles and pistols in the vinyl. And finally, he slowly approached the elderly and looked at the back of the restaurant, putting a pistol in the holder.

'Let's split up. If you find it, come right here.'

The old man picks up a gun and whispers in my ear. No matter how silent they are, if there are any vacancies in the selection process, others will notice. From now on, we should not even be caught fighting against time and the fact that we came here to save her safely. The old man quietly pointed to a door on the left, and signaled me to go the other way. Confirming the same opinion, we walked without saying who was first, and hid ourselves in the dark.

On the front door of the restaurant, there is a loud noise of people with bright lights. I looked at you for a moment and then opened the back door and quietly went inside. The corridor was dark without any light. But occasional signs of popularity were telling us that there were people in the building. The restaurant had to start a long journey, starting from the first floor to the third floor. The corners of my eyes are trembling slowly.

Focus everything on one step, one step. A cold sweat flowed from the cold body, and in that coldness I concentrated all my senses. The index finger on the trigger wriggled continuously, and the pupil looking at the darkness shakes ceaselessly. The tension and the flesh are boiling at the same time. I was aiming for the breathing room of the guys who were still going around this building at this moment. But at that moment what appeared to be a flashlight at the end of that corridor flashed.

A flash.

I hurriedly hid myself, and a voice comes from near that light.

"No, do I have to keep watching those bastards stretch out?"

'Be quiet, you bastard! What if you hear......... well, it's good to have some time to sleep.’

I listened to the conversation. And I could tell that those two had come into the building to sleep. Shall we just pass by? No. I'm lucky to have the chance now, and I remembered how to shorten the time to save her. The men who were walking towards this side did not come to the end of the corridor where I was, and stop walking in the middle of it. Then open the door exactly on the left, and go straight inside.

Boom.

The sound of closing the door rang quietly.

I put my rifle back. He quietly pulled out the daggers he had stuck in his thigh and slowly approached the door where they entered. My heart is laughing. The tension melted away like snow, and as soon as I opened this door, the red blood that would burst seemed to lick my cold skin. I turned the doorknob quietly. Fortunately, the door opens so smoothly that it is not locked from the inside.

It's the room where they sleep. On one side of the room were two bedrooms neatly laid out, and on the floor were piles of trash, including cans of beer. The smell of human odors and alcohol stings the tip of the nose. Turning his eyes forward, one was lying on the bed, and the other was taking off his coat. The room was filled with darkness. The man lying on the bed said in a tired voice.

'Are you Young-sik?'

Click

It was the heavy sound of locking the door, not me, that answered. The sound was a quiet starting point for planting steel in my heart, and it became an alarm note that signaled 99 degrees just before it started to boil.

The guy who took off his jacket looks at me with a stupid face. And the man lying on the bed began to rub his eyes at the sound of locking the door. At that moment, the hand holding the handle of the Supreme Prosecutors' Office shook, and the arm muscles wriggled. The sharply divided nerves drew a trajectory through the air, and I threw the Great Sword forward along that trajectory. The blade flies to the neck of the man who was taking off his top.

Kuck.

The sound of the blade cutting through the meat resonates without filtration.

Chujuk.

Blood bursts like a fountain, and the floor forms a river of dark red blood that is indistinguishable from darkness. The man with the sword stuck in his neck grabbed the handle of the sword with a bewildered face. But the flowing blood was flowing down uncontrollably with both hands. Is it a dream? He falls to the floor with that thought. Darker than death may be a thick curtain that covers even the taillights.

'What, what....'

The guy lying on the bed gets up in surprise. However, my body, which moved faster than his reaction, pulled out the last remaining sword and hit him. It was difficult to make a sound. I'm literally covering his mouth and pressing it on his struggling body. A light streak of light that enters through a small window. The great sword, which received its light, sparkled, and stuck itself in the thigh.

Turn it off...

He flares his eyes and struggles with pain and fear. But I twisted the handle of the bayonet stuck in my thigh, looking silently at my terrified eyes. I can feel hot blood over my hands. The inner bayonet tore off the muscles and flesh, and began to cause severe damage to the one who was not familiar with the pain.

Turn it off!

He shrieks silently and shivers.

'Where are the people you've got?’

I whispered to him quietly. But the terrified man could not answer, and only looked at me with trembling eyes. The cold air comes out of my mouth. To my great regret, I had no intention of waiting for him. When I pulled my hand back and pulled out the great sword stuck in my thigh, blood flowed from my hand and I heard a scream again. I stretched out my arm and stabbed it in the inner thigh again without giving me a moment.

Turn it off!!!

My eyes turn red with blood. The sharp sword, which cuts through muscles, flesh, and bones, forced a long answer. I didn't ask the same question anymore. I just looked down at him with insensitive eyes. Death comes. A body that is drained of blood will turn pale with white light, like meat soaked in water. He cried and wept as he held my hand, which was covering his mouth. I can only hear an answer when I relax my hand.

Third floor, third floor, third floor.3rd floor!!!

Perhaps the next word to come was 'Save me.' But before I could hear it, my great sword moved, and I tore his neck.

Death, it's a drier word than you think. I got up from my seat, shaking off the fleeting afterglow with blood. Apparently, it's the third floor. I quickly opened the door where the two died and moved back toward the corridor.

* * *

The old man could not see where he had gone. But blood stains everywhere and dull noises from afar gave us an idea of what the old man was doing in the building. The bitter smell of blood pierces the tip of the nose. Thanks to the old man's handling of the men in the building, I was able to move easily, and quickly found the stairs to the third floor through the long corridor. As I step on the stairs, I walk aimlessly towards the second and third floors.

Outside the window many men formed a camp. As I felt before, the gap between the boundaries and the number of shifts was closer than I thought. Knowing that the body, the bloodstains, and the moment when the empty seal were discovered was not far away, I put priority on finding out where she was rather than looking everywhere quietly. Then I found a door that went up to the third floor with half a car left on the stairs.

Started running. The impatience stabbed me in the head, and I was going crazy just in case the scene happened. I quickly picked up the flashlight I had brought. Then I opened the hall and opened about eight visits one by one. A stockroom, a pile of trash, a room they use as their accommodation. And a room that smells of disgusting blood. Where's Kang Soo Ryun? Every time I caught the doorknob, my hands trembled, and an uneasy future passed before my eyes.

But at that moment I heard someone calling me from the other end of the hallway.

'What are you? Don't come here. Why are you here?’

Damn, I felt my body hardened like a stone at the moment. The man who called me at the end of the hall came up with a curious look at first, and when there was no answer from this side, he began to sneak on guard. It's quite a long distance. There was no guarantee that he would hit the sword even if he threw it. If he runs away or yells while fighting, everything will flow to the bad side.

I started to think about it for the first time since I came here.

Should I draw a gun? But you can hear the silencer. All kinds of worries and variables filled my head. And in less than ten seconds, I slowly moved my hand towards the pistol handle.

'You......who are you?’

As I moved my hand towards the waist, he flinched and prepared to run out at once. He's noticed it, too. That I'm not his colleague. A stream of saliva trickled down the throat, and cold sweat began to pool at the fingertips. Should I wait? Should I shoot him? But before I could finish my troubles, he turned around and ran. No, I was going to run.

Woo Doo Deuk.

The twisting of the neck bone resounds. The hand that came out of the darkness held his head and neck, and turned his head in a direction that he could not turn back. an instant death without even shouting He let go of his life so easily. And the owner of the hand who put the dead man's body on the floor was an old man who slipped out of the darkness. The old man shines blind eyes in the dark.

'Find it quickly, Dong-yoon. I think they figured it out.’

I nodded frantically at the old man's words and quickly looked away. And when the tension-bound hearing was snapped off, a murmur began to be heard over the window. It's not the sound of a chatter, but the urgent steps and loud noises were made by those who noticed that something had happened inside.

‘!’

‘!’

Dong-yoon, come on!

I kicked my foot and started running. Now there was no need to open the door quietly. I quickly opened the doors, pushing them with my body, and glanced inside with a constantly swinging flashlight. Not here, not there. And there was nothing here either. I looked at the three rooms in a flash and ran towards the last remaining room at the end of the hall.

The moment I put my hand on the doorknob in a hurry.

Click

Only this place is locked.

Ah me!

My heart is pounding like it's going to burst. The eyeballs became stiff, and mixed with joy and sorrow weighed on the nerves and shook the limbs. I quickly lifted the rifle and shot the doorknob with a dog's head plate.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

I didn't care if it sounded now. All I could think of was a rush to break down this remaining barrier between her and me. The ragged doorknob was torn off, and I lifted my right foot and kicked the door off.

The smell of damp and disgusting filth pierces the tip of my nose. And before I could smell the blood that made my head feel numb, I picked up the flashlight and lit up. My lips trembled and I couldn't speak. I didn't even have time to calm my pounding heart. She'll be alive, absolutely alive! Blood-like water trickled down the cheeks. My hands trembled with the clencher. Please, please. I crawled frantically on the floor looking for God at this time.

Rotate the man lying on the floor, it's a corpse. And turn another one next to it, a body that is as hard as a mannequin. And in the middle......... Her hair began to be seen with familiar clothes as she lit a flashlight at the person in the center. I stopped moving. And that girl in front of me......... couldn't reach out and opened her mouth for fear that she might be dead.

"Sue, training...….’

There was no answer. My heart has broken. I closed my eyes dimmed with tears and slowly approached you. She was covered with bruises all over her body. There was no hand, face, or sincerity to see if he had resisted them the whole time he was taken away. I touch her skin. But it was too cold. It was cold... ... She was cold because she always hugged me and had warm skin.

I hugged her. Tears burst out of my eyes, and a beastly cry came out of my mouth. The flesh was torn off and my heart seemed to be cut out. I have a headache, or I've had a pain all over my body. All the pain I've been through has turned into regrets and bitter remorse, and I've begun to attack myself for a moment. Why did I live? Why should I feel this pain?

I wanted to deny life at least now.

'Who....'

And at that moment my breath stopped.

After

I hold my breath.

After

It's not the sound I make.

After

My hands are shaking.

I can feel warmth in my fingers holding her face. My cold body reacted to the warmth, and all the dead nerves lift their heads and choke my heart. My index finger stayed at the tip of her nose. And at the end of the index finger......I could feel the warm breath she was exhaling. Now my heart begins to beat and resonates with her breathing sound in my arms.

Stretch out a trembling hand. Then he put his palm on her left chest, where her heart was.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

He was running weakly. It was a flame that was about to go out, but surely there was a life left in her body.

Yeah, she was still alive.

I hugged her, took a pistol out of the holder.

The tremor of the hand stops.