I'm still alive

'I, uh, phone...…!’

The woman who hurried in was the first to reach out to me, looking for a satellite phone. But the old man, who moved faster than him, grabbed her by the waist and overpowered her, and fluttered his eyes as if to stay still.

The response was also expected. She thought perhaps the satellite phone was completely out of order, and it was clear she didn't care where it was since. I tell her, who is shaking her eyes with a gesture of calmness to the old man once.

There must be a story we haven't finished yet.’

A cold horse that climbed up my throat quietly crossed the office. The voice contained a sticky feeling of firmness and negation at the same time, and the woman facing it, for a moment, her face turned blue and her mouth shut tight. However, in her mouth, which felt both desperate and mournful for a while, a waterfall-like excuse burst out.

There was a misunderstanding! Well, I couldn't talk to you because I thought I'd be out of touch....... I didn't mean to cheat. Please, please believe me. I really need to talk to him...….’

The moment she was overpowered by an old man, she couldn't take her eyes off the satellite phone I was holding. And even on the other side, if you heard her voice half sobbing, you're showing a proper response towards this side. His voice coming out of the phone has trembled, and my eyes have trembled together.

(Why does a man's voice...)...... Senior Seo! Are you Seo? They didn't catch you, did they? Answer me! My dear...)

Ttuk.

The room is noisy. A voice frightened by losing reason makes a loud harmony. I hated the sound so much that I opened my closed eyes and cut off the phone with the man. Ttuk, the determined sound seemed enough to shut her mouth, which had been making noisily excuses. I urged her to turn off the power on the disconnected phone.

'Sit down.'

Beatle, the old man let go of his restrained hand at my words that broke the stillness. Then the woman staggered with a vain face, and soon sat on the floor, not a chair.

To flop.

The sound of falling down is so pitiful. I walked slowly in front of the window where darkness had completely settled, turning away from her for a moment. A deep sigh emanates from the gently open mouth.

Are you angry? No, not at aIl. The reason I sighed was just a little tired, not because I felt a sense of betrayal or anger toward her. There was no sense of betrayal because there was no expectation, and there was no anger because there was no trust. I'm only working with her for a common purpose, but a momentary variable has done nothing to harm my mind and my ability to judge.

How many in total?’

My voice was so calm that I managed to patch up the ringing noise and complex thoughts. And with her face emaciated by my seemingly indifferent question, she couldn't answer for a while, and soon only the sound of the flashing lights begins to fill the room. It was now completely dark outside. There were only me, old man, and women around me.

Eight, including me.….’

The woman answered with a gulp. A total of eight, then six, except for the cameraman and the woman who died that day. There are a lot more people than I thought, and the man you contacted earlier will be included. After I had thought, I turned and moved on.

And as soon as I sat down on the chair, the old man standing quietly beside her raised her up and made her sit on the chair that was seen in front of her. I asked her once again, unable to make eye contact.

'Are all six of you employees at the broadcasting station?’

Unless the original purpose was clear, it was necessary to know the number of members who came in this way in detail. The man who called earlier referred to her as a senior. Then, I wonder if the rest of them are from the same broadcasting station, even though they are coworkers who worked together at the broadcasting station. A moment later, after a long pause in my question, she couldn't overcome the heavy silence and opened her mouth.

'No...... just two of them. The rest of them are my junior uncles, and they're the catchers who were hunting harmful animals in the mountains, so...….’

'Crazy guys, they'd want to die and shoot a shotgun.’

The old man, who had been listening quietly for a while, responded for the first time and cut off the woman's words. And it generously presents criticism accompanied by outspoken abuse to those who have walked through hell on their own. Most of the ordinary people with no fighting capacity for combat. Still, he was accompanied by a security guard with a gun for his own thought, but he is only a person with a shotgun without a helix and silencer.

There was nothing to ask about the progress. Perhaps their group shot the first time they faced them, and ran like crazy to escape the crowd. And in the meantime, the woman and the cameraman who were separated from the party ran into me and got help.

To say that I'm lucky or that I'm lucky or I'm bad. I felt dumbfounded by them, but I was able to get a strong sense of being a real journalist from a man outside the phone who arrived at the head office without running away immediately. I asked her once again in a daze.

'What's left in the head office?’

I wondered what they were trying to bring at the risk of their lives, and what truth the foolish journalists couldn't let go until the end. Then the woman mumbled her lips, looking mournfully at the satellite phone I had left on the desk. The figure is a minor rebellion that he won't answer unless you call him.

Should I force him to speak? I looked at the woman who had no answer and thought for a moment, but I decided to let it pass for a moment for a brief interest. I turned on the satellite phone and answered the call from the man who had been calling for a while ago.

"Chang, Chang-sik...….’

The woman who got the phone I threw her pressed the button hurriedly. And soon he picked up the phone and said to the other in a tearful voice. Chang-sik, that man's name must be Chang-sik. Then, from the phone, where silence has been lingering since a while ago, the man's voice is heard quietly with a harsh breath.

(SEO? Is that you? You're okay, right? You're okay, right?)

'Yes, I'm fine...….’

The woman cried sadly and bowed her head to see if the tears she had endured had burst. And with mysterious murmurs and tears, Chang-sik is constantly called beyond the phone. The voice contained deep longing as well as affection.

The old man and I, who watched it quietly, could roughly guess the relationship between that man and that woman. Whether I'm dating or married, I felt like I was a bad guy who separated the couple for no reason, so I turned my eyes for a moment and shrugged.

(All, thank God......... who are you with right now?)

I can feel anxiety and nervousness up to here. The man was concerned about his lover, her, and doubted my voice he had heard earlier. But she tells the man to be relieved, and eagerly sniffles that still remain in his nose. It was calming down now. And the woman said to the man, facing me with clearer eyes than before.

There were people still alive in the sealed area. They helped me, so I'm in a safe place now, so don't worry. By the way, Chang-sik......... are the others with you?’

At that moment, no sound was heard as if the phone had been turned off. I, the old man and the woman could easily guess the cause of the silence, even though there was no word.

Hugh, black.

the cry of a man The cry was telling us that beyond the phone there was no one but a man. The face of the woman holding the cry turns black.

(I'm sorry...... I'm sorry, Hotch......... I looked back, and there was no one......... I arrived, but I'm the only one left...….)

The man was seized with fear and fear. A gloomy voice that makes even the listener feel depressed. The voice was imbued with memories of the past, thicker and more sticky than the darkness. Perhaps the man is half mad now.

Darkness without light and people dying before their eyes. And the connection with her barely connected was only a thin communication with no hope. The man kept muttering like a madman, and the woman shook her voice, listening to the voice of such a man.

And at that moment the man stops crying and starts the game.

(I hear you again.) ...Hotch, I can hear him again.)

The man's voice from the phone turned into a breathless whisper. And a grotesque cry that comes quietly between those breaths.

Cute. Cute.

At first glance, the sound of a rusty iron door opened strangely to the goose bumps on the skin. An artificial sound, a deep heterogeneity that never seems to be produced by a person. The old man, who did not miss the sound, whispered.

'At least it's near the building.’

Apparently, the man said there was a guy nearby who was not human. Fortunately, it didn't seem to have been directly chased, but the variant circling the headquarters seems to have roughly noticed the presence of the man. If the headquarters weren't big enough, the man would have been caught and fed. And the woman, who understood the old man's words with her senses, came out with a face of constant tears and looked at the old man alternately. She slowly takes the phone off her mouth and talks to us.

What are you saying? What? Changsik is in danger, right?

It's very dangerous. Of course, it depends on how you deal with it, but if you don't have any guns, the limit will be until sunrise. Beyond that, the country that has killed them dozens of times is at its worst.

Knowing their viciousness so well, I had no choice but to let her know the cruel reality of her, who was so pale that she was about to fall. As she nodded quietly, she slipped helplessly under the chair.

'Oh, mister......... Sir, can you help me just once, please? Please save him.’

All she could do was keep talking to the man through this fine communication. After all, we're the only ones who can save a man here. The woman who felt it painfully finally knelt down and crawled slowly in front of the old man.

Desperate, and deep sorrow. All the dark feelings she spewed me and the old man have been overtaking me and down the mood.

She was well aware that she had already lost her credibility. However, we were the only ones left with straws and lifeline, and in the end, we had no choice but to make a shameless request. Something you can do. It was the best thing she could do to crawl under my feet and beg for her lover's life. And I feel like I'm looking at the sight......... not particularly good.

I slowly leaned down and grabbed her shoulder, kneeling in front of me. Yes, there were many deaths. And for me who didn't see it, the death of another person often turned into a single statistic.

And it wasn't just a contradiction that bothered me every time I looked at the statistics, it was a myriad of questions that turned my sources upside down, throwing original ideas. I have mixed feelings. I've changed a lot, and even at this moment the past was gradually erasing.

What's in the head office?’

I asked the question again that the woman couldn't answer earlier. Then she answered slowly with a bewildered eye, as if possessed by a ghost.

"What the government was trying to control...….’

I let go of my hand holding her shoulder. Then he picks up a phone that looks like it's about to fall to the floor and talks to a man who cries silently.

Chang-sik, I understand you're not doing anything right now. Just listen to me if you want to live. Never make a sound, never take out anything that glows. Whether he makes a sound or not, just hide as if he's holding his breath. And when the morning sun rises, you'll hear a gunshot. By then, find your phone and call me back.’

Whoo-hoo, whoo-hoo.

The whimpering has gone before I know it, and only the harsh breath he exhales has come to my ears. Do you think they heard everything? No, it doesn't matter. Any outstanding judgment and better than expected is the survival instinct of man. I whispered the last word quietly, hoping that a man named Chang-sik wouldn't let go of it.

'When you're done, turn off the phone instead of course turn off your phone.’

The last word, and the rough breath. You'll have a lot to say. You'll want to yell and tell them to save you quickly. But even at this moment, the man was hiding his voice as much as possible, holding on to the pale line of reason. Yeah, you should. I waited until the man's phone was cut off, and soon the long-awaited sound came from the phone.

Ttuk.

And the man made a wise choice. I put the disconnected phone on my desk, closed my dry eyes like sand, then opened up and slowly turned my head. And said to the old man, who was quietly closing his eyes on one side.

'Let's get the equipment ready, and leave early in the morning. Call all the rescuers.’

'Are you going too?'

The old man looked at the woman with a look of disapproval, but did not directly oppose my instructions. However, I ask the instructions again to express my deep doubt if I am dissatisfied with the fact that I am moving together as a group leader. But I nodded and said nothing.