I'm still alive

I have to get out.

First I hurriedly opened the plastic-sealed bag and took out the jumper and hot pack. and tried to check her overall physical condition, keeping her cool. But the noise coming from outside and the darkness, all around, bit my reason little by little, and began to call for impatience to get out quickly. I had no choice but to put only a jumper on her, and hurriedly tried to get out of her seat. But at that moment, the sound of coughing coming from the side grabs my ankle.

I inhaled my breath and hurriedly picked up the flashlight. There were missing executives in the room, including her. But all were dead, and only the spirit of death hung in this room. But the harsh cough a little while ago was telling us that some of the bodies were alive. I followed the sound and moved the flashlight in my hand. So there was a man shivering there when the flashlight arrived.

The man stammers and speaks in a feeble voice.

Who's there?’

A familiar voice, a familiar face. The head of the group was lying in a wreck there facing the flashlight. And he wasn't showing any visual response, even though I was enjoying the light. I gulped and opened my eyes thinly. The director's eyes were closed when I looked closely....... There was a terrible scar left that I didn't know what I had done.

I'm blinded.

'......the head of the group.'

I couldn't give him any consolation. I just couldn't see, so I had no choice but to give up my voice to the frightened head of the group. And the director of the group, who heard my answer, shook his lips, and soon breathed out a mixture of pain and relief. But that too, for a moment, he quietly recited to me as if he had put something down. The recitation was mingled with subtle feelings of renunciation and welcome.

It's Dong-yoon, right? You know, right? Haha...... I didn't expect you to come all the way here.’

At the same time as the words came the heavy sound of a launch coming through the silencer outside the door. From the end of the hall, the old man's warning seems to be happening. I looked out the door in a hurry and hung her over my shoulder. Then, he approached the head of the organization who caused the upper body in an awkward position and held hands and shoulders. I heard that she was missing. I thought you would have been arrested, but I was so happy to see you alive. I opened my mouth with the thought that I was lucky.

'Hurry up, let's go together.’

But the group leader pushed my arm and shook my head. And what came out of his mouth was not gratitude and tears, but a declaration of abandonment to abandon him.

It's sudden. The arm that was pushed by him lost its way and swept through the air, and my words were momentarily jawed and blocked. The time stained with silence is short. As I keep my mouth shut, the group leader mumbles, swallowing dry saliva.

'I'm not far away. It's Jim.'

The group leader shook his hands. Then he removed his hand through the darkness, showing the wound hidden in it. The group leader's coat is red. It's his own blood, not others' blood. The wound, which was wrapped in a dirty cloth as if someone had hurriedly stopped bleeding, was spouting out as dark red blood as this pitch black. Breathing came out of my mouth, and in the mouth of the head of the group, the candle of a dying life appears. The breaths scattered in the air and scattered into the dark red darkness.

'Quickly...... get away quickly.’

His breath contained hesitation and fear. Yes, the head of the group was clearly afraid of death. I want to live because I am human, and I want to maintain it because I have life. Everyone is afraid of death, and when the end approaches, they start a meaningless struggle, believing in the possibility of it. Everyone I saw did, and it was a natural ugliness that every human being had.

But the group leader did not. He did not beg for his life, nor did he put hope upon others that did not exist. He's so easy, like a man who has something nobler than the instincts that man has. He gave up his desire too lightly. I want to live, but I can't help it. Yeah, that's it. And at the end there was a relieved smile.

'But....'

A heavy silencer was heard in the distance and the cold sweat on my forehead began to pour out like rain. The situation was not good. Even at this moment, the time to get out is decreasing, and the urgent route of one hour is drawing madly in my head. Let's get out of here, we have to get out now! But the instinct that confronted my reason has tied me up here.

Although the relationship started under the name of business and gain, time has given him confidence and reflect on the ideology of goodness. He's definitely a good man. He was also a person who showed his behavior rather than words. Yeah, I wanted to take him, if there was a little chance. But the head of the group slowly pushed me back and said, "Did you even read my hesitation?"

Go to Eden. And take care of the people.’

A strand breaks. It was the voice of a dying flame. There was already a lot of blood on the floor, and there was no force in the hands of the group leader pushing me. But I was badly pushed back, as if the power were a natural root.

Light. No, heavy. It was the dying candle, not the hands of the group leader, who was pushing me. My hesitation has hardened, and my trembling lips are shut by the molten candle-grain. I couldn't even speak lightly of the thoughts I had in front of the man who had put everything down. He was such a heavy man. And I wasn't even trying to change his mind.

I owe you every time.….’

It was the same every time. But I didn't think what he said every time was pretentious. Because I always feel the deep truth that is embedded in it. And now I could get a glimpse of his lantern in it. Feels like snow. It felt like trembling skin. And it feels like a heart that rings mournfully. The group leader was now ready to die.

It was such a hasty and dry death.

There was no tears, no tears. It was a shabby end for the death of the man who protected and led many people. There was swampy blood on the floor, and everywhere the smell of death vibrates. Dark and cold. All the light burned in the red flame and became ashes, and nothing remained but darkness and shadows. Will there be time to console death? No, we just shared a story made of silence in the brief moment we held hands together.

I wrote a story in my diary, and quietly wrote down what I wanted to say that day.

Why on earth did you do this?

The head of the group would have replied:

Same as you.

I let go of the group leader's hand. And he let go of my hand, too. There was no regret, no resentment, because it was put at the same time. It was a short connection, but it didn't matter. Because we valued that belief. What does the person who read my diary later say to him? What makes you think he's doing this? No, at least I'm keeping a diary, and I'm still thinking about it, remembering his last. Just as light doesn't have a shape, there's no shape in the hope we have hope.

I got up from my seat, surrounded by Kang Soo-ryeon. The feet do not fall, but the feet do. There are no lingering feelings, but there is no lingering regret. Yeah, that's how I remembered that time.

The scent of the citron that he first smelled in his room slowly faded away.

* * *

Clattering!

Stomp!

The corridor had already been plastered with shells, and all the windows hanging beside it had been broken. The old man, however, was skillfully blocking the access of those who came up the stairs from place to place in the hallway. We can shoot, we can't shoot over there. The advantage kept us in a favorable position even when the intrusion was discovered. The old man spits on the floor and throws an empty cartridge through the shell. Then I found myself out of the room and shouted loudly.

'What about you?'

She was unable to wake up from this noisy situation. But maybe because of hot packs and jumpers, my blood color was much better than before, and my body temperature was much higher. I moved my body diligently, calming down my pounding heart and impatience. And with her on his back, he used a string and a bag to secure each other's bodies tightly. Ready to move. I shouted at the old man.

'We're safe!

She's all right. The old man who was fighting over there must have waited and waited. The old man blocked the stairs and fired a gun with a more cheerful body than before. The screams and fattening sounds of them make harmony. But the old man crushed the sound and refused to allow a single person access. I quickly pulled out a rifle and exhaled. Then turned his head toward the only exit on the other side.

'Let's get out.'

But for a moment, the old man leaps up and empties the remaining briquettes as if he had waited. And ran madly through the hall, past me, and quickly toward the exit.

'Follow me!'

I clenched my teeth and started running after the old man. From her back she had a strong body scent, with her heavy weight, and in my hands I had a force. I'll never let go. I won't lose it again. I took a deep breath, squeezed her arms and legs.

Kkang!

Bang!

The old man wields a dog's headboard. The lock flew away with a dull sound, and the old man's strong kick made the exit door ragged. The flashlight I'm holding lights up my front.

And the sound of their footsteps in the hallway back there began to ring like crazy. But the footsteps were not only heard from the other side. They found the exit we were trying to get out of, and under the stairs, there were fierce shouts and bustling shadows.

'You're only responsible for the training!

When I pulled up my pistol, the old man grabbed me as if he had no chance. And he took the rifle cartridge away from me with the words, "Protect Kang Soo-ryeon." My hands are moving. Insert a tank full of bullets into the rifle. The trigger is pulled. A cold sound of a charge knocks around the ear, and the flashing flashlight lights wander in a dizzy way before one's eyes. And through the lights, I began to see people coming up the stairs. At the same time, the muzzle is moved.

'Here it is! Yo, Kuck!'

They found us through the stairs and shouted loudly. But at that moment, the old man's ghostly shooting pierced his neck, and the soaring blood makes a mess of the stairs. I took it as a sign and kicked the floor and started running forward. I protected Kang Su-ryeon with my whole body, and the old man made the way for us to pass.

Tack!

The blaring gunfire, the flashes, and the falling ones. We were like a stream of wind across numerous reeds.

Third floor, second floor, and first floor.

Outside the window was already in a state of chaos, and countless light streams were shining on the steps we passed. The old man went on a shooting spree and answered them with bullets, and they were in a hurry to disperse, searching for cover.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

I exhaled a breath of sweet smell from my mouth, and sat by the door for a moment and picked my breath. It's the first floor now. All we have to do is go back the way we came.

'Damnever mind!

At that moment, however, the old man stopped shooting with abusive language. As I tried to run away with the old man's cover, I was forced to stop and turned my eyes toward the old man who stopped shooting. Then there was an old man who was swearing at the muffler that turned red. Oh, I forgot. I forgot that the silencer was not a permanent attachment. I quickly threw the rifle I was holding at the old man and fired the pistol at the front.

Ugh! Ugh!

A single scream bursts as the pistol fires. Cockroaches, who were hiding from the old man's attack, began to run towards this side as soon as the shooting stopped. I didn't even have time to aim. The dogs from all sides were not enough to stop them with the firearm of pistols. But for a moment, I heard a signal from the old man holding my rifle.

Run to the water, Dong-yoon!’

with a clattering

Once again the old man's shooting began. The men, who were running this way with flashlights and weapons, began to fall on the floor, and now only a few numbers were hidden under cover. They have reached their limit. I sent a sigh of relief to the sound of my heart. And with the conjecture of success, we stepped frantically to the pier where we had invaded. It's working! It's working! The farther away you can see the Han River, the more cheerful the soundless shouting you made, adding to your cheerful steps.

'Ah!'

But for a moment, the sound from behind me put the brakes on my steps.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

All of a sudden.

The heart is falling toward the floor. The nervousness that had fluctuated with relief and joy died for a moment, and the screams of the familiar voice made my ears suspicious. I stopped there and shook my hand. Then he forced his immobile neck and looked in the direction where the old man was. And... ...there was an old man with a bolt stuck in his thigh, desperately crawling on the floor.

It's a fleeting moment. My eyes moved busily and began to look for the man who shot the bolt. Bolt? Arrow? Where the hell did you get that? Why didn't the old man find it? My eyes began to tremble as if there had been an earthquake, and at the end of that gaze stopped in a shadow holding something on the third floor. The guy there was holding something long. I couldn't see my face because of the heavy darkness, but my trembling nerves were clearly directed at him.

It's a perfect blind spot. And the shadow there......... I felt like I was smiling.

From far away came the old man's desperate cry.

Dong-yoon! Just go! Take the training and run!!!’

I can't go.

I can never go.

The old man was clutching his thighs and firing at the approaching men. However, the bolt that kept flying forced him to stop and cover his seat. The old man was among the swarms of ants that crept in like a wart that had lost its limbs. And ask me to run away like a candle burning the last. Is this the last one? Is this really the end? Oh, suffocated, the heart throbbed as if still.

What about the pistol?

The last five shots are all.

If I run to save the old man, we all die. No matter how many cases I consider, the only way for many to live was for me to run away. The old man was well aware of it, so he's buying me the last time shouting, "Get away." But, but should I? Abandon an old man? Lose someone else and live?

ah ah

Screaming like a terminal burst out from the mouth with a harsh breath. No, no, no! The old man should not die here.

Help me, please, give me another chance to move.

And it was not God's world but myself who answered my earnest question.

Time slows.

The thought accelerates.

All the logic was scattered. Repeated overlap.

Let's think, let's think again.

The scene slows down and all the space becomes blurred like a scattered frame. And where I found a clue, the flash of vivid light persisted. My eyes are stiff and my head is throbbing. Every sound changes to a different name, hitting my eardrums, and flashing like a firecracker in front of me. And I started to do what my body told me to do, not my head.

click and click.

I can feel the warmth of the hot silencer over the leather gloves.

I spun off the silencer on the pistol.

The hotly heated silencer fell to the floor, and the wretched sound echoed quietly between the tinnitus. I raised my pistol with one hand and focused everything on the one-in-a-visible field of vision. That far-sighted fellow, yes! I poured all my last hurrah at Choi Tae-sik.

Bang! Bang! Taang! Bang!

He's freaking out and hiding. However, the bullet to the distant target was naturally missed, and only hit the innocent wall, causing the concrete powder to splash. At that moment, however, the fangirl made by the commotion disappeared and all the men stopped acting.

They know, the result of five bullets isn't just a bullet wound.

The breath I spit out spreads out into the sky. And the shots I shot began to reverberate slowly toward that far-sighted city, starting here. Echoes, and the echoes collide with the sound again. This roar will call a third party asleep far away.

Black water is running over in the distance.

It was a wave of meat from the city, not the Han River.

I grabbed Kang Soo-ryeon at the same time, and ran towards the old man. I didn't mean to miss the last chance I had made from the inside out.