I'm still alive

Whoo.

It calms the body with excitement and survival instinct. As soon as I was out of breath, which was filling my whole body, I relaxed, and I collapsed in that position. The adrenaline that made you forget the pain slowly begins to disappear.

With pain coming in, I chewed on the patience I was now used to and shuddered for a moment. Is it over? Yeah, it's over. I put down a rifle that ran out of ammunition. The floor was rolling with shells, and in between, the black blood he shed dug in.

My body aches. My mind, with only ashes left, was in pain and kept trying to be put out. But at the thought of having to wrap things up and find old people and Kang Soo-ryeon, I grabbed the sagging muscles. It wasn't time to fall yet. reach out and remove the rolling shell on the floor, and get up slowly from the seat where it had fallen. I can see his body in front of me. He could no longer move, nor could he make the grotesque cries that had plagued me.

But do you think he'll show up as a post-vacuum? He flinched, albeit slightly, and the ends of his hands and toes were slowly shaking. Anxious thoughts pass through my head at a moment. The image of burning enemies even after being hit by a revolver on the head, and the strong viability of ignoring human fatalities. Though it may seem dead now, I had to make sure that I had finished it when I thought about the future. I grabbed the rifle again and cut his head off with a dog's head.

The bones and skin of the man who terrorized humans were as firm as ever. Once desperately slit the dog's head plate, the hard skull shows no sign of breaking. It's a big deal. We needed a means to completely destroy him. But I ran out of bullets, and I didn't have enough weapons to smash his head.

Whoo.

I put my thoughts together with a heavy breath once. Then I went back up to the roof and brought the Great Sword.

* * *

I dragged his body to the pier. Black blood pooled in the middle of the pier. And the man with his arms and legs bent in a grotesque direction was like the devil from hell. The devil crawled up from the abyss of that deep flame. At the same time, the devil who was human like me. I was lost in emotion for a while and soon came up with a good idea and began to act.

I wanted to erase his existence. I wanted to keep you from chasing me again, and never to threaten humans again. He survived a revolver. Knowing that I couldn't kill him in the usual way, I came up with a scene that suited him. The ashes are all burnt and grey, and the ashes fly away without leaving any trace.

I was going to burn him.

There was no carelessness that could only be seen in movies. I cut his neck like a tree with the sword I brought, and made a deep wound. But how tough and hard the skin and muscles were, it took quite a long time to reach the neck bone, and the hard neck bone was untouched. The guy who killed him at the mart wasn't this bad....... I think I managed to catch it.

I wiped the dripping sweat and put the bayonet down on the floor. And for those who might remain, he began to spread his blood all over his clothes and face. the odour of a foul mouth When I finished applying the collection of strains all over my body, a sigh of displeasure burst out of my mouth.

Even if he wakes up again, he's been damaged beyond movement for a while. I got up from my seat with relief, and soon moved on to my goal. All you have to do is go around the restaurant and find a tool to burn his body.

Ideas swarmed through the hall. I want to soak myself in warm water, lie down in a comfy blanket, and fall asleep. This tiredness made me feel like I was driving by proxy at dawn after a hard night.

Night allowance? Ha, I laughed myself into laughter even at this moment when my whole body was covered with wounds. Stop thinking about it.let's finish what we have to do...

I walked diligently. The hallways, which were noisy in battle, were buried in pitch black, leaving only blood and shells, and there was no sign of popularity in the corridor I was walking in. I scoured the building for volatile goods across the rubble.

I opened the door one by one, and searched the warehouse where they piled up things and food. Ten minutes to get around like that, I could find several plastic barrels full of gasoline in the middle of the room by the main gate on the first floor, along with several small generators. That's quite a lot. I slowly approached there and walked back through the passage, carrying heavy gasoline barrels in both hands.

If a variant brought fear that weighed down the atmosphere, the men who swept this place brought fierce waves that left nothing behind. All the doors were detached, and all the escaped men were dead, and bones and pieces of intestines were scattered throughout the hall.

Choi Tae-sik, do you think this son of a dog is dead? I recalled the sight of a man firing bolts at an old man in a dazed spirit.

After

Cold breaths came out of the mouth, and blood spilling out little by little began to drain.

Let's hurry up. Finish the work and find traces of old people and Kang Soo-ryeon.

I comforted myself. And starting with the barricades on the first floor, I started pouring gasoline on every road I was walking on. I wanted to burn the variety, the traces of the terrible ones, and the last hideout.

No one will remember the vagabonds here. The flame that purifies even the source will erase everything and make it the original state.

Squeeze. Squeeze.

In the quiet hallway, the sound of gasoline I sprinkled still rang out, and at the tip of my nose, there was a strong volatile smell, not a fishy blood smell. The blood and their footprints on the floor are washed away. The taffy, soaked in oil, made a bright sound, and at the tip of my feet a swamp of flesh passes quietly by. Now, let's erase everything and go. The terrible memories she went through, the spaces I fought desperately, are all gone.

Passing through the first floor, second floor. Then through the second floor, head for the third floor. Walking on the stairs that had been running around frantically, and the traces of vagrants who left nothing but dregs pass by.

Bug. Bug.

I kept walking. Like Hansel and Gretel in a fairy tale, leaving traces of oil on the floor, but making way for erasing forever, not to go back. The old man and Kang Soo-ryeon, the head of the group who told me to go away as they died. It was heartwarming to think that all these memories would disappear.

There are already only half of the gasoline cans left, which I thought were enough. Still, it has been sprayed all over the building, so if you ignite the complaints, it will burn well. I staggered down the stairs with the remaining gasoline. Then he stops in front of the dock with his body, holds the gasoline can upside down and pours it all.

Finally put down the empty barrel of gasoline, and look at the man soaked with gasoline. Then he took out the zippo lighter from his pocket that he had received from Detective Kang.

Ping!

The brass zippo lighter opened with a clear sound. And in the meantime, the stem made of flame bursts and burns. Oh, there's a little sparkle in. I gazed at it and moaned for a moment before the sudden afterglow of pain. Then he staggered towards the direction where there was no gasoline and threw a lighter over his body.

'Stop, you bastard!’

No, at the moment I was about to throw, a voice heard in front of me grabbed my wrist.

His voice was hoarse, as if he had torn his vocal cords. And the voice was obviously a familiar voice I had ever heard, and was directed at me holding a zippo lighter. When I looked up and looked in the direction of the sound, Choi Tae-sik was aiming at me with a cross bow. I looked up and looked at him through the small flames.

And... ...I burst out laughing.

Choi Tae-sik looked like a horse. His whole body was filled with wounds, and all the clothes he was wearing were torn and dirty dirt was buried. You got a fatal wound? The standing figure seemed so precarious that it would not be strange to fall down at any time, and there was still a red bandage around his neck to see if blood was still leaking. Perhaps if it weren't for the variant that appeared on time, he wouldn't have stood here and aimed at the crossbow.

The sight was quite funny. A wicked man who once led many vagabonds and afflicted countless people is now pushing crossbow at me with such a funny look.

So they're all dead and you're left alone. Like a cunt who was afraid of death. Where has the wickedness and the spirituality of the past gone, he has now begun his final bluster, revealing the bottom.

Now, this was the place where everything ended. I moved my legs as if to show him, and I swept the gasoline stuck on the floor with my inside feet. Then he raised the zippo lighter sideways, facing the sharp bolt blade head-on.

'Fly, you bastard.'

If the old man had been here, he would have just spoken like me. I gave back all the curses I had heard earlier with a cool, unspeakable curse. Then Choi Tae-sik's arm holding the crossbow trembled finely, and his face flushed red with shame and anger. But he wasn't firing a crossbow even at that moment.

Ah.

And I could feel something strange in that short moment. Why doesn't he fire the crossbow? Wasn't his purpose to kill me? Choi Tae-sik's track record shows typical psychopaths.

There was an act, but no motive. He has committed numerous murders, treating man's life like a fly's, and has shown cruelty that he has not hesitated. And even now, even though the man with the long-range weapon was in an advantageous position, he was not shooting at me and fixed his eyes in one place.

I pondered over it. Why he's not shooting me, and why he's so nervous. Time began to flow slowly, and all the information that had been scattered across my head began to line up, pointing in a simple direction. And my gaze naturally stopped at the body of a variant soaked in gasoline and at the tip of a zippo lighter that was still burning.

The theorem of thought is finished.

A ridiculous laugh burst out of my mouth.

'If you don't want to be left behind, get out of here!’

Choi Tae-sik yells out in front of him. Blood stood on the neck, and red blood was spreading from the bandage surrounding it. Yeah, he wants a mutant body in front of me right now. No matter how mutant they were, there were still countless monsters staring at the darkened city with red eyes. Just as I put his blood on my face, Choi Tae-sik needs a variant of body fluid to live.

Choi Tae-sik looked impatient because his life was in my hands.

Ha ha!

I laughed out loud. The laughter was a mockery of a man who was trying to lose everything and lead a wretched life, and at the same time disgust at the scum of his own life. When you spit on the floor, a bitter smell comes off with blood.

Choi Tae-sik, who felt like a huge enemy, began to look like an ant too small for this moment. Short pieces of memory pass by quickly before one's eyes. Yongpal who stopped them to save the party. And Kang Soo-ryeon, who had been dragged instead of her children. From the old man shouting "Run away quickly" to the group leader who willingly gave up being a burden.

Yes, they all had to feel threatened and suffer by such selfish scumbags. Something that was holding my heart felt dull and loose. Something beyond instinct, something that began to seem trivial, even life, whispered to me like this.

Let's not compromise, we're cleaning up the garbage.

I opened my mouth and told him.

'I remember today... ...in death.’

Ping.

My hands moved, and a zippo lighter cuts through the air. Time began to pass slowly, and my breathing stopped as it was.

Doom doom doom doom doom doom doom.

My heart beats loudly as if a big train is passing by. I open my closed eyes with my tinnitus and heart sound between them. The snow falling from the sky, and the zippo lighter cutting through the air before my eyes, form a harmony of space.

Pinkrrrr.

At a moment, my face was reflected in the brass zippo lighter. My face, which was seen, was badly wounded, and had a hideous look, just like a monster. But a lot of people behind me were telling me I was alive, a whole human being.

One, two.

I can see everyone's faces.

One, two.

And my heart was beating violently. I began to squeeze the last part of my body, giving it a lot of my body. Chae Yeon, guys. Training! Inspirit! Yongpal, Du-sik! I'll be right there.

I'll be there to see you.

The lighter fell on the floor, and the gasoline that had been sprayed began to burn. His body burns like a ripe meat, and the docks and buildings are instantly colored with red flames. This was the hell people suffered from. They were demons that many had killed. But starting with this flame, it will all disappear, leaving only gray ash. For those who imitate hell, hell of the world has come here now.

"No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Choi Tae-sik screamed bitterly through the burning flames. A mutant corpse covered in complete flames. There was no more hope for him. However, Choi Tae-sik began to run desperately toward this side, perhaps because he could not give up his lingering feelings of life.

And Bolt, whom I was facing, comes to me with a thud. Reaction, the pupils of the eyes flash and the prepared muscles explode.

Sreuk.

He took out his right hand the sword he had stuck in his waist. And even before I even recognized the bolt flying towards my head, my neck muscles had pulled tight, and the prepared nerves flashed and burst. One step ahead of the thunder, the light that comes before us flashes. I turned my head in one direction, and the flying bolt brushed past my cheek. A slight raw sneeze broke out and I felt a burning pain in my cheek.

The biting wind, the stinging smell of flame. The smell and wind brought back memories of the day. The old man's voice grazed by his ear.

You've improved a lot, haven't you?]

[Cheongchul eoram]]

[Laughs]

Pull your right hand back and swing it forward with all your might. The great sword, held tightly in my hand, flew forward with steel planted in my heart.

A twirl.

The Great Sword, who left my hand, drew a beautiful straight line, and drew a blue line to mark the end of this situation. And at the end of the painting, Choi Tae-sik's neck was touching.

Kuck.

He grabs his neck with a one-word terminal.

Whoo.

I exhaled my breath. The breath dispersed like a cigarette smoke, and Choi Tae-sik collapsed on the floor with a burst of blood. And above it, a lot of fireworks are surfacing. A ringing of the ears. The star was telling us up there that the whole situation was over there. I captured the burning flame in sight, enjoying the final touch of my fingertips.

I leave all my anguish and pain here.

I turned back and flew towards the Han River.