I'm still alive

I coughed dry and spat out blood in my mouth. And standing on the railing, looking down at me silently, he faced the fellow face to face. I felt as if the dregs of death had gone through my body without filtration.

The whole body was mangled by their attacks, and the hand holding the Great Sword was shrieking and trembling. My eyes are blurred. The whole world looked red, and the white snow falling from heaven made its vision even more blurred.

Sigh.

Breathe out of the lungs.

Tick.

When the wooden doll rolls around, his head reclines to the side. Hair covering the face flowed down, and bullet marks in the middle of the forehead reveal starkly.

Kkeok, kkeok.

He made a breath-taking sound through his half-empty mouth.

He was shivering with a face that was more grotesque than it was then. have a queer However, I thought the face looked like a smile. How many places have you been looking for me? How much space did he spend trying to kill me? The persistent hatred makes my skin ache, and the blood in my eyes is young.

I squeezed my finger and grabbed the sword that was sticking forward. The cold sweat on my forehead fell with blood and was young at the tip of my nose, and the tension flowing through my spine began to wake up my dead nerves.

My body aches all over. Even at this moment of breathing, my body and mind were tormented. But I awakened to the instinct of survival that I kept hidden in my heart like a machine that had to live. The preheating begins. Something burns inside, and the back of the neck pulls stiffly.

I rolled my eyes frantically, understood this space, and began to think of every number I could. Judgment overlapped with judgment, and all thoughts passed faster than lightning. And the end of the gaze goes to the blade that's pointing at him. The sword I'm holding now was nothing but a very fragile flying rod in front of him.

Where's the rifle? I lowered my eyes and turned my eyes towards the last place where I fired the gun. And when the eyes arrived, I could see a rifle hit the white snow, which was run over by them. When I slightly drag my feet, the shells on the floor roll with a small sound. The distance was only five meters. But in that short distance there was a swamp of black hatred that held my ankle.

He keeps laughing. The head moved frantically from side to side, and the crackling sound turns into a choking sound. He was mocking me now. As if he knew my life would end here, he was enjoying the moment of revenge. Livestock that went into the slaughterhouse, the time limit waiting for death. But I drew a line in the air, drawing a path for me to run to, even in the spirit of death, which licked the skin.

He must know what a gun is. Now you're mocking me, but I'll change my attitude for a moment as soon as I catch the rifle that fell over there. a gambling table in which everything goes against one's His villain was aiming for my wrist, and I started getting ready to flip the last card. I don't intend to be as good as I am. I dragged my feet slowly, riding on the sound of his frantic laughter.

intellectual interest

Shaking.

As I dragged my feet, the well-stuck shells scattered quietly. The cold sweat at the tip of my nose fell to the floor, and the sensitive nerves were conveying all the physical information. My hands were drenched with sweat. The handle of the bayonet I was holding fast was slipping away, and the other hand held the last remaining bullet.

And when the rolling shell reached the railing beside me, the head of the frantic wobbly fellow stopped. The moment you mock your prey, it's gone....... a wave of flesh is coming in.

Hit the floor.

A sharp angle!!!

As soon as I hit the floor, my vision began to slow down again. I cut the space desperately as if walking in the middle of space, and shook off the fear of holding my ankle. Next to him, he starts to crawl up the floor crying violently, and the snow falling from the sky falls on the skin and turns into a cold sweat. Eyes tremble, all space is reduced. I could only see the way I had to go and the rifle in the snow.

I pulled out the ammunition I was holding. Then he threw the sword in one hand to earn a little time. It's right in front of you. The rifle was right in front of me, and the fierce wailing was right beside me. The sword I throw cuts through the air, and my fingertips hold the gun.

Time stops.

Perhaps because of the heat in my hand, I could feel the snow melting on the gun. And when I grabbed the gun with all my might, my nerves were crushed and my vision disappeared.

Ttuk.

The filament on my head burst with a bang. The sight of the rifle and my hand disappears, and the bundle of nerves in the limbs is forced out. And a time passed that seemed to last forever.

I feel a sense of well-being in my body. I'm under the illusion of flying in the air like a flounder in the sky. Am I mistaken? Really? This should be a reality, right? A thunderbolt strikes my head. The instinct to live forces the dead brain to wake up. And the electric signal coming in again. I opened my eyes with difficulty, holding it desperately. Then what seemed to be a rooftop that began to drift away. Oh, I felt intense pain all over.

Kkak!

I could not even scream and endured the pain with my whole body. Saliva flowed out of the mouth with a violent terminal, and the unimaginable pain crushed the nerves and made the brain hard. Shock, yeah. I could understand the death from the shock. But that too, for a moment, I was able to feel the time flowing fast again with the secondary pain felt in my back.

A thud rings in my ears. Yeah, I guess I'm stuck somewhere. The feeling of affluence was no longer felt, and the pain that came in second and third tears down my body and nerves. I want to die, it hurt so bad that I really wanted to die. But the other elements that make up my head open my eyes, and cry out to hear the sound. A ringing of tinnitus, a rattling hand. When I opened one eye with difficulty, I was stuck in a corner of the stairs leading down to the third floor.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't lift a finger as if a rock had pressed me all over. But the spirit that began to return quickly allowed me to judge my situation while fully feeling the pain. I was attacked by him and stuck in the wall. Then where is he? I tried to hear the sound, but I couldn't hear anything because of the thick tinnitus. A thick dust, and the pitch black surrounding it. Standing in front of the roof door in front of my eyes, something was shaking.

a sharp angle

Shadow. And it's him. He was coming to take my breath away. What about the gun? Where's the rifle I tried to take my life for? My whole body felt numb and my limbs didn't feel like me. That's why I couldn't determine what position I was stuck in and what I was holding. I moved my trembling eyes and looked at my hand. And at the end of the line of sight I could see the handle of the rifle, which my hand held firmly.

My eyes are wide open.

The atmosphere vibrates, the waves-like gurgling of my flesh and blood. And awakened the nerves. My mind comes back. As soon as my mind returned, my whole body began to feel alive. I have the gun. The ammunition dump was also intact in the other hand. He hasn't come to me yet, and the moment he realizes everything, his body starts to move on its own. The ammunition dumps can be seen, and the hand holding the gun requires strength. The light seen before the sound. I reacted like a lightning bolt before the thunder came.

Thick.

Insert the ammunition dump. At that moment, the one waving in front of the door confirms my death and flies away. This attack will not end with a simple blow. Perhaps you will face the same end as the vagrants who were torn to death.

So that's it? Death? No. It's a moment I've felt every time, but I've known this time. I'm confident. There was no hesitation in my handwork. The struggle of life that has been repeated hundreds of times, thousands of times. All the elements whispered as I pulled the trigger.

I'm faster than him.

And his face was struck with astonishment.

Bang! Bang bang bang bang!!!

The moment he was running right in front of his nose, my index finger pulled the trigger, and the gunpoint was frantic. Flames spreading in narrow spaces and shells falling from side to side! Every scene is lodged in my head, and I have a mark on my body. The bullet ripped off his body and put his life in a storm. The deafening gunfire and Lee Myung-yi were scolding that there was no compromise in the fight. The man who came in between the Iron Storm fell to the floor.

Click, click, click, click!

His limbs were twisted, and the floor was stained with black blood. What about the remaining bullets? It consumed most of it. Maybe there are only 10 bullets left. It occurred to me that this bullet should wrap up the whole situation. But contrary to the urgent situation, my heart sank like a calm lake. When I exhaled, the dregs were caught, and the lumps that were holding my body began to fall off one by one. And I threw myself into the transparent water and put my mind at the end of my gaze.

I stopped firing and stuck the dog's head plate for aiming. But he cried out before the fear of death, and began to cry out and jumped the railing of the stairs and fell downstairs. The way he struggled and crawled, he looked so miserable and miserable, like a livestock before he died. But seeing that, I was seized with a strange sense of mission to reverse the bell rather than pity.

I can't let him go. There won't be any moment after tonight when he sets foot in the city.

Turn it off!!!

Get up from your seat with your hands on the floor. Then a scream of scream came from the mouth, and the heart began to beat like mad. But I drenched myself like a man who had to get up, and took my life away. My body aches all over. The crunching streets rang out like bones, and blood spurts out of the mouth. I clenched my teeth and swallowed the blood. And staring straight ahead, he concentrated everything in his red vision.

In the hallway ahead, a white-bodied man was crawling desperately. Where was the spirit that I had at first, it seemed as if a bug was running away from the insecticide. I picked up the gun and put him between my sights. And without hesitation, I pulled the trigger and put a bullet in his back. Then the crying sound.

Catchy.

The bullet-tipped man groaned out an animal-like sound.

with a puff of laughter

step by step Step down the stairs. Every time I stepped on my foot, there was a lot of breaking pain, but I continued to struggle to get any closer. The person in front of him twists and turns and wriggles on the floor. And when he realized that he could not escape any more, he rolled his red-tinted eyes around and glared at me approaching him.

Kkakkakagakakakkakakakakkakkakkakkak.

When he uttered a cry, black blood splashed forward. But I stick to the dog's head plate and pull the trigger once more so as not to give it even that instant moment.

Bang!

Gunfire goes off, sparks fly in front of you. Not many bullets. I had to concentrate on everything and give as much damage as possible. But the bullet I fired hit the floor because of the man who dodged in a hurry. As I prepared for the end, he no longer ran away.

He hid himself in a pillar and let out a cry. The guy who understood what a gun was, instinctively realized the concept of covering up and began to hide himself. But my tenacity didn't end with that. I glared at the guy who was looking sideways, and fired a gun at the bridge that was not completely covered.

Bang!

Flame went off, a bullet from the gun cut off his leg. Standing on both legs, the man fell on the floor and pretended to die an ugly death. Pretend, yes, I think that's a gesture. The clever, intelligent strain knew to deceive humans. And they were willing to die, and they knew how to go for their last chance.

And I didn't believe him.

Obviously there were bullets left, but we don't know the exact number. It wasn't clear how many shots he could fire, and whether he could certainly kill him. But I had to make a choice to end everything at this moment of opportunity. He's trying to trick me. The guy who doesn't die instantly even if he gets a bullet in the head is definitely waiting for me to burn the bullet.

So I thought. I'll take him once......... let's try to trick him.

Click.

I moved my finger slowly to safety. With a click, the last counter-down began to move, and I aimed at him openly showing my firmness. There is a safety device. For now, no matter how much you pull the trigger, the bullet won't go out. And I......move the index finger hard and hit the trigger.

Thick.

The trigger won't pull back. It may sound different without bullets, but I didn't think he would know that. He'll be fooled, he'll be fooled. The cold sweat on his forehead dripping, and the beating heart began to subside slowly. The gale blowing, the strain licking the skin. I gulped down and focused everything on the surroundings.

‘.’

The atmosphere starts to change rapidly. The movement of the man, who had fallen on the floor and twisted his body, stopped, and there was no more sobbing sound. Yeah, the guy who stopped pretending must be thinking this.

The bullet won't go out. Does it?

You must have run out of bullets.

He raised his head and began to scratch the floor. And once again the quenching was coming with joy that had deceived me.

His facial muscles twist.

It's going to go away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The dying man was long gone. A leg had fallen off, but he started crawling towards me at a faster pace than before. A wobbly hair, frantic arms and legs. His trembling face, beating 180 degrees, could imagine how happy he was. Then I moved my thumb once again to turn the control.

Click.

"Chee-ee?"

I fooled you.

When I pull my index finger, the trigger goes back. The fire broke out at the gunpoint, and the light showed the face of the dismayed man. The price of carelessness will be multiple bullets through the head. The man who was crawling on the floor was pierced right through his head.

Heavy silence began to flow at the end of the gunshot. The crawling man's body slowly collapsed, and his hands stretched out to catch me lost their way and swept through the air. I made eye contact with the falling guy. The gray eyes that he thought were cloudy become as dark as the pitch black that encroached on his surroundings.

'Ah.'

A sigh of sigh came out of his mouth.

The aftermath of the reactionary is coming. And the sense of killing him came late, vibrating my fingertips. Steam like steam leaks out of my mouth when I lower the gun that I was struggling with.

He's dead.

And I'm still alive.