I'm still alive

Near this corridor was an exceptionally small window space. Perhaps because of that, the already cloudy weather and limited visibility have made our range of movements even narrower. I tried to feel his presence, relying on the little light from the flashlight.

The palms of the sweaty palms, and the nerves and sixth sense that shake like waves. I could finally understand why he was waiting here in a web. This place, dominated by darkness, was the worst environment for us.

Thinking that he's with him in a space less than 20 meters, he gets a twitch in his index finger holding the trigger. And though my eyes were constantly flinching, I gave my whole body strength with the determination to tear his web rather than turn around and run away.

There is no time for delay. I quickly sent a reception signal to the party staring at my back, and lifted the bayonet-equipped gun forward.

The contents of the sign, I'll go in first. Please light the light right away.

Tubbuck, Tubbuck.

My heart beats to the sound of footsteps. The sound of the party swallowing saliva, the sound of me tapping the trigger. He and my domain began to overlap slowly like a union.

Time flies slowly. I turned my head towards the entrance to the men's restroom, not even accepting the moment I closed my eyes. In many cases, the number of cases and the imaginations that stir up fear pass before one' Hearing, hallucination, the alarm of my life.

When it all overlaps, I start to create my territory with 100% concentration. There is no escape. He had to kill and kill each other here. At the end of the cliff I finally reach, I recite quietly. Where are you, where are you?

When I turned my head, the first thing that greeted me was the cold wind that I didn't know where it was coming from. I forgot about the situation for a moment, taking the wind head-on, and getting ready in 0.01 second. The fear that he might pop out of the next corner had eroded the party.

And as soon as the flashlight lit up the inside of the bathroom, the party swallowed a short breath as if the long stretched rubber band had broken.

Once there was no preemptive strike. I walked slowly forward as a starting signal to the sound of saliva swallowed by the party. The flashes of flashlight in front of our eyes, the flickering that lighted one place and then began to disappear, have lit up the inside of the men's bathroom that we should take control of.

Front and back, from right to left. Dirty tiles and empty spaces with black footprints come into view.

A faint smell of ammonia that pokes the nose and a more terrible fishy smell. The distinctions were proving that he was here. But neither the urinal compartment nor the toilet compartment with all the doors open.

The party, which was lighting the flashlight, briefly panicked and moved around, but the fact that nothing was seen in this dark space did not change. I frowned for a moment, with hesitation between the aiming periods.

It's strange. It doesn't make sense that there's no pre-emptive strike, but I can't see him. The only way he can escape from this bathroom is through a 5cm window in front of him and the door we entered. I and my party knew it, so we were confused for a while and had no choice but to stop. But at that moment my skin was numb and all my senses suddenly lifted their heads. Time goes slowly, and my space comes.

Even now when I wrote my diary, I couldn't tell why my eyes were on the sink mirror next to me. However, my eyes made us look at ourselves stopping in front of the mirror to see if the third sense had informed us of the danger in advance. A blur made of brown bloodstains and dirty dust that may not belong to anyone. The mirror covered up all the company around me like a misty sea.

My heart is beating. I felt my fingers tremble. In the mirror I stood as lonely as a drifting sailboat, and the flashlight lit by the party flashes before my eyes like a lighthouse in the middle of the sea.

The moment felt like eternity. Time flies too slowly, as a single heart rate takes up all the time. And I could see a black object, like a hallucination, in the fog created by dust and dark soot.

What I learned in that narrow goshiwon was too deep an illusion, not thirst and hunger. It's still vivid. The light disappears, and people die. Screams stop coming and going, and increasingly the breath itself is disappearing from the city. I was being isolated in it. When I couldn't see anything around me, I had a little hallucination, and I heard the hallucinations. Like making a monster on my own in that dark darkness, I have come to fear the fear itself.

And it was the same now. Looking at the endless darkness, I couldn't tell whether that danger was real or fake, and I wasn't sure if the object I found was true. But whenever that happens, the sense that saved and led me tells me whether the truth is true or not.

Real, fake, real, fake.

And the judgment is not made by my head, but by an instinctive reflex that pops out of the moment.

There was no front or back.

Right and left, there wasn'

That's the stomach we didn't look at. I whipped my slow-moving neck muscles and quickly headed the gun to the ceiling. The pupil, who had been accustomed to the flashlight, covered my view with darkness, but I was watching what I couldn't see.

I can feel him. I can feel him.

A wild shout from my neck crossed the space as the pouty nerves ran toward one place.

'Ceiling!!!!!'

The judgment and instinct that understood other spaces were subtly intertwined. There was a man jumping from the ceiling where my eyes touched, and he was aiming for Detective Kang, who was walking from the back. And as with all his party, Detective Kang was also looking elsewhere, unaware of the death approaching him. His huge hand is aiming for Detective Kang's neck.

There is no time to attack many times. With just one shot, we must neutralize him and stop the attack on Detective Kang. Should we aim for the head? No, when he jumped towards this place, an exquisite blind spot appeared and I couldn't aim for his head.

Then where should I shoot? Shoulder? Body? I struggled between one chance only, and soon shot at the target my fingers told me to.

Just like that's perfect!

The aftermath of the echo is coming. And time began to flow fast again.

Come on, come on, come on, giggle!

Hundreds of ungreased doors open and close strangely. The right arm he wielded at Detective Kang was blown away by my shooting, and the black blood coming out of there burst in the air and dirty my cheeks. Breathless, and when he fell to the floor, my cry passed through the space and passed to the party.

The first to fall was Detective Kang, who almost came under attack right behind him, and the first to respond to my orders was also an old man. The group looked surprised as I suddenly turned around and fired, and soon tried to move quickly, grasping the situation. But it was the screaming old man who stopped the move.

Don't shoot!’

The old man pushed the flustered party aside, replacing my instructions. That's right, the old man's instructions were correct. The man who made the surprise attack hit me and fell among the party. Obviously, if you fire, you'll be able to finish in a short moment, but what I'm worried about was a friendly fire that could come from a difficult situation. No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't think of a better order than the old man's instructions not to shoot.

If I had learned to respond to the looming danger, the group had trained to come out of the danger and listen to the old man's orders. Despite the cries he uttered from behind and the black blood that defiled his clothes, the group quickly began to spread to both sides, suppressing the instinct to look back. At that moment my eyes met the old man turning to his side.

We both know. That I have to move.

I lowered the gun and looked at the man struggling on the floor. Even at the moment his right arm was blown away, he was constantly moving, unable to abandon his aggression toward people. It'll get up in no time. Surely he will rise quickly and attack the party nearest him, and squeeze his favorite flesh and blood into his mouth.

But the Great Sword, which escaped from my waist, was a line drawing to signal the end of the situation. I ran on the floor, and the old man began to push the party through in the midst of the confusion, making way for me to pass.

My thoughts and thoughts accelerate. The body becomes an arrow, creating a sweep that doesn't even give him a crack. There was no more fog around.

giggle-giggle

As I expected, he got up from his seat and twisted his body with a face full of anger. The smiling face was long gone, and he had already lost his reason, and began to run frantically toward the nearest Park Da-hye.

Don't shoot, never shoot. There was a man in front of her, who was trying to kill her, but Park Da-hye held her fire and waited for someone to see if she remembered the order the old man made. And I flung myself at the man running to answer the courage.

Kkai?

He is a predator and they are a prey. All the strains were thinking so, and the laws of the species support the judgment. But the relationship of the pyramid's predators has broken down again at this moment. Perhaps this is the lion's face when he saw the prey coming at him.

I rolled on the floor facing him head-on, and pushed the sword that was holding it straight forward. He spills black paint on the line I drew.

No finesse, no thought. I just thrust my knife frantically into his neck and head, and began to mop him up. Does he feel pain? He twisted his body with a scream of howls, but strangely enough he couldn't spit out the terminals he had recorded. I wanted to ask him. What was it to you that you asked for help?

But in the face of a death crisis, he was just as powerful. Even in the state of being under me, he began to wriggle and push me away with force. Perhaps if it were to go as it is, he might get away from me and launch another attack or run away. But from the beginning my calculations did not include figures for what happened after that. Because, I was believing.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

A heavy sound of footsteps came from behind me. I could see that Du-sik was running towards this place even though I didn't turn my head. And at that moment he began to push me away, clapping his teeth, and black blood flowed constantly between the stab wounds. The black blood was the last sign of his imminent death.

How dare you? How dare you? He had a murderous will and anger in his eyes, and caught my arm covered with black blood. Strong strength and life to kill me. I met the eye with him, taking it all head-on. And at that moment, with a strong rupture, one of the eyeballs staring at me popped out.

a pebble stone

When I raised my head, Du-sik was blowing his head off with a gun like a baseball bat. a refreshing blow He fell to the floor as it was, and trembled like a fly hit by a swatter.

The sound of breaking the skull rings in my ear. At the same time, dirty water began to pool on the floor. Is it over? I slowly put down the Great Sword and exhaled a rough breath.

"Hung!"

You called me brother, didn't you? Du-sik, who had opened his head before I was attacked, was staring at me with his big eyes glued like a cow, and slowly lowered his gaze and saw Du-sik's hand sticking out to me as if to stand up.

Oh, you did it to hold him. I held the hand with a little exclamation, and soon got up from my seat and sighed with tension. And between the long silence came the old man's voice.

'Dong-yoon, let's wrap this up and go.'

I nodded and picked up the rifle I dropped on the floor. Then he moved the loaded gun and took it to his skull, which was still shaking. Come to think of it, I brought quite a few bullets, but I couldn't use a single shot. No, maybe this one shot right now will be the gunshot that marks the beginning and the end. I pulled the trigger, his head smashed.

Naturally, there was no damage to the party. Everyone was able to handle the new type of strain without any unexpected behavior. The Yongpal brothers used a plastic bag and a barrel to collect his body and a drop of brain water, and we headed upstairs to find the man who was expected to be safe. I told him to come out when he heard the gunshot, but he lied because he didn't shoot as much as I thought. We passed the 11th floor, went to the 12th floor, and headed to the rooftop.

The man might not have heard the single shot, so he didn't come out, and only the tagger started a dull hide-and-seek. And we could find the man we were looking for in the huge vent in the corner of the roof.

Just before going down into the building, there was enough room for an adult man to lie down on. And there was a dead man stuck like dust, and the space was so exquisite that he spent another hour just searching for him.

I told him to hide well, but he hid really well. But perhaps because I was tired, I felt a strange disgust rather than praise for the man who hid so well. I shook myself to wake the man who was faint, but there was no response to whether he was sleeping deeply.

So I had no choice but to ask Yong-pal for cold water, and soon spilt cold bottled water through the face and mouth of the man who was faint. At this rate, he will come to his senses, and Yong-pal, who has been through this a lot, who's side laughing.