I'm still alive

A tranquil city that says living and breathing beings originally did not exist. I walked quietly up the road across the middle. a roadside with a chill wind and silence By swallowing emotions mixed with tension and vigilance, I initiate action.

First of all, I took out a map with countless lines drawn. Then he looked up at the building in front of him and saw with his eyes a large building bearing the familiar broadcasting station logo. It took about two hours to get to the breaking news, and the initial route was so smooth because the drugs did not face them.

I radioed to the office that would be waiting for our news in Eden, confirming that I had arrived exactly where the woman had marked me. After a brief radio exchange, I whistled quietly, licking my dried lips in the biting wind.

‘.’

Until just now, there had been abandoned cars and me by this big street. However, when I whistled, the group of people who were hiding near me suddenly escaped and shone with the gun. How fragmented the figure was, the tranquil atmosphere that had dominated my surroundings quickly turned into tension, like wet tissue.

It was before the storm that seemed like something was going to happen, but there was no fear or fear because it was ourselves who caught the fuse of the storm. The party remained alert and alert, and waited on the spot until the next order was issued. I can feel the noise of the crowd next to me. The old man, who had shown a secret movement like a ghost, came up to my side and whispered quietly in my ear.

There must have been something.’

The old man's eyes contained a building of a broadcasting station that was wrecked. And like the old man, I watched the building quietly, nodded quietly, and sent consent to a word with many implications.

As the old man said, unlike other buildings, the headquarters of the broadcasting station had burnt soot, and sections created by the big explosion existed. You can tell at a glance. This isn't the monsters doing this......was a sign of artificial destruction.

I extended my clenched hand forward and sent a short signal. And entering, I took a step toward the station building, which was artificially half-washed, wary of even the quiet footsteps. Then the group held the gun forward as if they had waited, and followed me, wary of the dangers seen around me. The scene changes in a flash and we soon pass the front door.

While I was walking, I reached out and touched the rubble and soot that lay on the floor. But traces of the disappearance of vividness were pointing to the fleeting passage of time. a site of considerable time And as I passed the main gate and entered the headquarters building, the party took out the flashlight as if they had all been waiting for it and lit up the front.

The weather must have been good until morning. But as soon as he left Eden, the sun hid itself in the clouds as if it had waited, and the sky, which had only been clear, was filled with black clouds. The damp air and atmosphere that almost snows. Perhaps because of that, the interior of the headquarters building was quite dark, and it was evocative of the dreary feeling that people were instinctively reluctant to go.

However, I and my party, who have crossed the scene dozens of times, drove away the fear as if they were familiar with it, and soon roamed the lobby on the first floor to see if there were any other dangers. And I walked with the old man to the no-one information desk and looked at the map of the soot-covered building. I thought it would take quite a long time to get to the top of the large headquarters building with a total of 12 floors. The old man told me, disengaging the safety of the gun.

Did you say 11th floor?’

Finally, his position heard before everyone went out was roughly 11 stories, but it was hard to predict which direction the frightened man would have fled, and eventually had to secure the man's whereabouts through a search mission that required some time. But you shouldn't move hastily. We have to take the safest position without having to split the number of people and check everything from downstairs to the top. I disengaged the safety of the gun and spoke to the party.

'Let's start with him as soon as possible.’

It didn't occur to me that the mutant had given up his game. Probably spent the whole night wandering the streets and the interior of the building looking for a hunt you hadn't seen. An atmosphere that tickles the skin and the scent of predators. Having killed countless strains, I could feel that he existed in this building. All the members of the party nodded at my order, and only Yong-pal said in a nervous voice.

'Will he be alive?’

The structure came after a long time. The other party members didn't look very happy to see if they were worried about it. But I told a man named Changsik the best way to live. Perhaps the chances of his being alive are very high, unless it's a sudden act of misjudgment.

And before I rescued him, I decided to deal with the strain that posed a threat to the man and us and secure the zone. I don't know about the company, but it was their comfort that was more important to me than to save the man.

Let's not be impatient. Step by step... ...creating my territory. Recalling the lessons that my experience has taught me, I shouted quietly to the party.

'Move.'

The group slowly stepped forward, taking a position that could guard all 360 degrees. A chilly wind is blowing. We went around the first floor across the wind, and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor. And at that moment I could find the man's footprints on the stairs going up from soot and dust to the upstairs. But that wasn't the only sign left there.

I can hear someone swallowing saliva as I reach for the traces. Another footprint, taken next to a man's. There remained a relatively recent photograph of a giant trace that could not be regarded as a human being.

'Uhhhhh.

Park Da-hye, whose dragon arm was walking behind her, finds the grotesque trace and slowly sweeps her skin down as if she had goose bumps on her skin. With that we could be sure he was in the building.

I can see the faces of those who can never get used to them. But with the idea of chasing after prey rather than fear, we moved, and soon headed up further, checking each floor.

* * *

Time passed with the archipelago. The 10th floor, which took about an hour, was missing from the 5th floor, so there was no clue to determine the specific location. That means he and the man are on the remaining floor. We took a short break before going up. Then the old man comes out of the last room on the 10th floor and spits on the floor.

'He's smart. Normally, they should have come out of the room at once.’

He had not instructed his party to hide their voice and spirit. Because he waited for the predator's conceit to attack us first. But he never showed up to us who came up openly, and even the flesh I could sense was hidden in the air.

Yeah, sometimes there's this guy. a skillful predator who has eaten at least a dozen people. Perhaps the old man and I had already guessed it from the moment we passed the fifth floor. He must have been aware of our existence, and may even know where we are. But he just waited for us to keep coming up, waiting for his most advantageous situation.

'Going up right away.’

However, he was mistaken. There are hunters who are different from the humans they have killed and eaten. I buried the tremors of emotion in my mind, and overcame fear and fear with memories and experiences.

The reversal of species. The reverse of the pyramid. This moment was so familiar to me. And as he quietly gave orders to the party in a voice without any agitation, the sound of the yolk pulling from all sides rang out in a flash.

I'm in the lead, and behind me comes the most experienced party. The gun and flashlight are facing forward, and the sun-sense lickes the skin as it waits for him to be seen. There's probably a spider in front of you that's webbing and waiting for a hunt. But we cross the space, different from the day-to-day lives that would have touched his web.

Lee Sang-moo on the left, Lee Sang-moo on the right, and me and my party quickly walked up the stairs and arrived on the 11th floor where they last contacted the man. And he poured cold water on the gloomy atmosphere, lighting up everywhere with a flashlight in his hand. The atmosphere and air change as if they were burning the rapids. Tension that had never existed before flowed through my spine.

Blow, thump, thump.

The curtains covering the window fluttered, and between them came the sound of cold wind.

The flashlight flashed before my eyes. Light has been shining in the darkened space, and our appearance is quietly reflected in the window that seems to be something.

step by step

Every time I moved, I understood and observed all the space around me. And soon as darkness and silence were getting used to it, suddenly the dragon-pal stopped in his seat, huh? made a stupid noise of

'Weekly it's a count. ...’

This is Yong-pal, who used to listen to meerkat like a meerkat. And the sound that is now being heard must have been heard before us, and Yong-pal stopped walking early and called me up. Yeah, it was a real sound, not an auditory hallucination. I put my right hand straight up to block the advance, and soon the party began to disperse on either side of the corridor and guard the surroundings.

I stood at the very front, kneeled down and quietly killed my breath. Then at the end of that hall, the sound of the dragon-pal began to echo slowly. It sounded so feeble that I couldn't hear it if I didn't concentrate. Give it to me... ...give it to me? As soon as I hear the sound and ponder, the voice from the end of the hall begins to grow as if I had waited.

"Save me......... please save me...….’

It was a man's voice, plus a man's voice. At that moment my body flinched, and the old man frowned quietly between his eyes. But the party behind us looked at me with a sigh of relief as if they thought they had found the man before dealing with him. You're glad things went smoothly, right? I could read the thoughts of the party without looking back.

And the dragon-arm behind me whispered in a voice of joy.

'He must have been hiding at the end of the hall.

I found a man. The group got up from their seats and lit their flashlights toward the end of the corridor, even though I did not give them instructions to move. There was a toilet where the flashlight went through the darkness, and there was a voice of a man asking for help.

Save me, save me, save me...….’

The voice, which was about to go out, was shaking and anxious. He wants rescue, he wants to save himself. The company flinched and continued to cast their eyes at me in the sorrow of death. Why don't you give me instructions? Why are you staying still? The party was feeling impatient in front of a person to be rescued. And in the end, Park Da-hye opened her mouth and tried to say something she didn't even ask.

'Wait a minute! We're saving...….’

Ugh, but it was Du-sik who was watching me behind Da-hye's back that stopped her mouth. Our Doo-sik, never does anything he doesn't ask, always moves with my mouth. And it quickly prevented Dahye's unexpected behavior, as if she had noticed the reason why I didn't do anything else next to the old man.

Da-hye struggled, but soon her eyes shook in a serious atmosphere. Then the old man sighed and recited quietly to the party.

'I said, shut up and listen to Dong-yoon.'

Many meanings were implied. The party stiffened their facial expressions and looked on their wits, and I slowly lifted the gun and directed the gun toward the men' And for a minute, the sound of his voice began to grow louder and louder and louder than ever.

Help me. Help me.Help me? Help me!Save me? Save me.You want me to save you?’

It was obviously human before. Now, however, there have been repeated requests for help like a broken radio. A male voice, a female voice, an old man's voice and a young child's voice. The voice from the bathroom changed constantly and began to ask for help, and there was a noise that I didn't want to hear like a radio that adjusted the frequency.

I feel a great sense of alienation. Yeah, the party would have understood the situation, too, that they should be moving forward at this point. I said, looking towards the men's restroom.

You didn't catch the guy who came in here, did you?’

Ttuk, at that moment, my voice in the bathroom stops ringing.

He was imitating the human voice like a parrot. Perhaps the voices he is imitating now are those of the victims he has killed. How many people he killed, his chilling voice carried the souls of over hundreds of victims.

Does he know what it means to ask for his life? Or is he following exactly what the last person he killed said?

Perhaps the man is safe. Because the voice he used to lure us out was definitely a different voice from the one he heard over the phone. I sent a signal to the party, and slowly got up from my seat and mounted the Supreme Prosecutors' Office in a gun.

And at that moment, a head peeped out of the entrance to the men's restroom and met the eye. With only his eyes and forehead as if he were a shy child, he began to watch me and my company, strangling curiously. His wriggling eyes, his neck shaking in a direction that should not be turned around, and his facing eyes were so red and pure, which gave him goose bumps.

"The man who came in here is the shape of not caught, the man who came in here is the shape of not caught, and the man who came in here is the shape of not caught, right?"

The eyes of the man who was looking back at the party stopped. The stopped eyes were only fixed on me, and he started to make noise again and repeat what I said earlier.

Swoosh.

And the man's head, which was only sticking out his eyes and forehead, slowly went into the men's bathroom, and I moved my body without delay to wake up the thoughts of the hardened party.

'Kim Hye-jung, Yong-pal! Block the stairs.'

Block the only retreat, and give him no chance to escape. When my instructions began, the old man got up from his seat as if he had waited, and Kim Hye-jung and Yong-pal hurried to the stairs in a hurry.

A flashlight flashing in front of his eyes lit up a toilet sign containing him. And I began to walk slowly forward, using that flashlight as a indicator.

The finger holding the trigger has a force. The flesh sparkled in front of my eyes, and the released adrenaline clearly conveys the meaning that it is okay to fight. The beating sound that started in the heart, the blood carried oxygen in a hectic manner, and breaths leak out of the mouth like steam.

I could tell from the terminals of the victims he played for me.

We're the only ones who can get out of here.