I'm still alive

It runs like crazy and sends communications to the base camp. But the only noise that comes over the radio is the noise, and no answer is heard from the base camp.

Please, please just say it's a simple breakdown. I bit my lips to the point of bleeding and recited desperately. But the beggarly reality did not change the noise into a voice.

Dong-yoon, I found you.’

It was the voice of an old man gasping for breath that stopped our steps, which were franticly harming the grass. As I turned my head in a hurry to the voice, I could see an old man carefully lighting a lighter under one of the grasslands.

The old man looks at the traces on the floor, blocking the light as much as possible with his palm, whether or not the light will leak out. And as I ran hurriedly and leaned beside it, the old man nods his head with a stiff face and points in one direction.

No further explanation is needed. In this dark forest, where it is hard to tell where it is, an old man who ghostly finds their traces told us the exact route. I start running like crazy after the milestones of gaze shared with the old man.

Darkness and grass passing in front of my eyes, endless abyss as if I were walking in space, hugging me. And the shivers that came as they neared their destination were telling us that traces of soldiers were heading to base camp.

The mud of guilt on my hand is blowing away. My steps across this darkness were moving only with the aim of killing them, not with the dirt and hesitation I felt earlier. We have to cut them off before they get to base camp! Only that idea takes over my cells and thoughts and makes my eyes burn red.

‘ !’

And at that moment, the alarm in your nerves clangs. I stopped at my place with a wild breath, and turned madly to find the element in which instinct had responded. And through the surrounding scenery, I can feel that this is the base camp.

I see it. No, I hear it. Only darkness, only the sound of wind. I catch a little heterogeneity between them that sounded my alarm. The group, who followed me, began to focus on all the elements that came from all sides, twisting the spine of a cold sweat.

Clap, clap!’

The moment I realized the danger and turned my head, the light glistened in the dark space ahead. The pent-up sound of guns coming through the silencer. Apparently the shot that aimed at me jumped out of the blue and aimed for my life. But the blood of the mutant, who had spared me hundreds of times, flashed in response to the sound of the gunshot, and soon made me throw myself at the cloak. There's a bullet on the floor, and a piece of wood next to me. At that moment, I escape death by a hair's breadth once again.

Get down!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

0.2 seconds. The moment I was thrown on the floor, a desperate cry broke out of my throat. The shouting, which bursts like a broken glass, breaks down the silence and even the slow time surrounding the party.

I've heard it dozens of times, or hundreds of times. The body of the group moved conditionally, and every single one of them flew to the floor. At the same time, bullets began to fly from all sides.

Dong-yoon!

The old man let out an urgent shout, as if he thought I had been shot. And the hurriedly prostrated group of people lying on the floor is out of their minds at the sudden burst of gunfire with a single scream. But even at that moment I began to judge the situation like a machine between tinnitus and the sound of the heart.

It's a raid. I know how to shoot and shoot accurately. The moment I find out who the enemy is, I reach out. The yore was pulled with a clack, and the thumbs let the adjustment period out of safety. Time slows. And where the light glistened, I put it between the aiming intervals, just as I lay down.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Something transcendent reigns once again in this critical situation. I recall the gun-bulb lights that go off and then turn on in a slow time. And when I pulled the trigger, each of the lights began to disappear, like breaking a light bulb.

Flashing, blinking, shooting, shooting. The muzzle flashes and the light disappears in the dark. The terminal of those shot through my name passed by.

"Get it together! Get it together!"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief as I began to engage, and quickly began to hasten the party. An old man's urgent voice! The group, who had been shot for the first time since this month, had been out of their minds for a while.

However, like survivors who struggled out of this crazy world, the group instinctively began to follow the old man's words and crawl toward the cover. And every time I pulled the trigger like a spring, the frequency of shooting that poured on us gradually decreased.

'It's not time to be here! I'll cover you. Go to camp first! I'll fix this here and follow you quickly, so go to people quickly!'

When I emptied a magazine quickly and reloaded it, the old man, who had crawled all the way here, took my clothes and shouted constantly.

Ping Ping!

Bullets cross space and trees around us emit shrapnel with a harsh sound. But I was able to catch exactly what the old man said and what he meant in the mess. If we are attacked, then the base camp, which lost contact, was attacked immediately.

It was something that I had never thought of because of the excitement that filled my head. But the old man shakes his clothes roughly, pointing out exactly where I missed it. Then I jumped up like a possessed person and started running madly toward the base camp.

The bullets that capture me by the cover shots of the party who come to their senses soon bury me in that dark abyss. Desperate, mournful, angry, sad, hate! All emotions are mixed in the mud, making only the country run. When I get out of my seat, the sly darkness greets me as if nothing existed.

'Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

And the body responded to the screams coming through the forest rather than the head. My heart beats like crazy. On the side of our base camp, men shouted and suppressed gunfire rang out. As the old man expected, they knew the exact location of the base camp, and they arrived before us and made an unexpected attack.

The stomach boils and anger turns into steam and touches the head. Concentrated flesh, my monster towards the front wakes up. I hung my gun back, which was straining at speed, and kicked my arms and legs frantically like a runner.

The pale light flickering through the trees ahead, just 100 meters away, came in a flash like a sucked space. Between the dull tinnitus, a mixture of shouting and screaming rings. And I pull a sword from my waist.

At that moment I was a beam of light across the darkness.

Aah!’

The first sight I saw when I ran out of the grass was Eden's guard, who was helplessly beaten. Those who were caught by surprise were being targeted by bullets flying from all sides, unable to find even cover.

However, even at the dying moment, the guards were in the middle of the village, making desperate efforts to save them. Dying, but no one ran away and was cowardly. And the image has added oil to my burning soul.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

From my mouth came the cry of a mutant who was so angry and hated. The blood boiled up and burned my body, and the injustice and hatred toward the world make my voice crack. I hate you madly, I want to kill you madly. I wanted to cut off this crazy world that makes and creates victims who do nothing wrong.

The hand holding the handle of the bayonet shakes, and my eyes hurt like they're sticking out. And in it, the eyes were turned and turned only forward. I can no longer see the side or the back. I was becoming a mad racehorse across the track of the world, and a cutting-edge cut-off plane cutting through a miserable sight.

'What, what! Here......, Kuck!'

The first to respond was a soldier who heard a howl near me. The soldier turned his gun at me in astonishment, but what was faster was a ray of flash that rose from the fingertips. The sword that flew out of my hand is stuck in his throat and is literally blocking his words.

At that short moment the great sword, which cut through the flesh, brought only the sound of small leaves falling on the floor with a small terminal. Time passes slowly and all senses are buried in silence and ready to run out. I turned the gun forward.

Hit it! Hit it! Hit it!

To pull the trigger mechanically. I flung myself on the scene, blowing off the heads of soldiers in front of me. And the scene where I break in quickly turns into a mess full of screams and confusion. The soldiers began to react hastily to the shooting coming from behind, and the base camp was also running diligently to find coverings, as if they had noticed that the shooting was gradually decreasing.

And on its outskirts I was frantically crossing trees and grasslands, taking the lives of soldiers like a strain. One tank empties out in a flash. I threw an empty cartridge into the air and rushed forward as if it was a waste of time to reload. A hazy view, a misty, dark forest. The sight before my eyes is as unreal as a dream.

Ping!

A bullet flies right next to the face and hits a tree. As the pieces of wood splashed into my face, my cheeks got hot and my red vision covered my eyes. But I started running around among the trees without a blink of an eye and only for the purpose. To hide one's body in the dark; to hide one's hands in fear. And flung himself at a soldier who looked around eagerly for me.

Stomping!!!

The soldier who found me tried shooting late, but my hand was faster when I grabbed the gun and lowered it down. The shot that was fired out of thin air splashes the floor, and I, without delay, pull out the Great Sword and put it in his throat. A dazed eye meets me, who still hasn't realized what's going on.

20 years old now? 21 years old? The young-looking face had a deeper fear of me than pain. But all the elements that make man have long since left me. I throw guilt out of my breath and pull out a great sword stuck in my throat. Then the blood splashes like a fountain.

'Kyung, Kyung-shik!!! You bastard!!!’

I hear the name of the man I killed and see another soldier shouting beside him. He raises his gun at me, looking at the rising fountain of blood of his comrades with a look of fear and anger.

But I use a dying soldier as a shield, so unjustly that I raise my gun with him. Huh? A man's accident that was blocked in a flash at that moment. The moment of hesitation that he couldn't even shoot a colleague becomes a stumbling block and takes his own life quickly. I pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Just like that's perfect!

The one-footed shot is stuck in his face and erases his existence. Immediate death, bouncing fingers and exchanging 20 years of life. Looking at the soldier who collapsed on the floor with no strength, I also push another comrade I used as a shield to the floor. Another short of life that I may not know is that I died coldly with such a vain end.

Why did we have to kill each other? Where in the world is wrong? Whose fault was it that I had to be so cruel? No, it's not anybody's fault, it's nobody's fault. Only me. It was only me who entered this hell on my own.

I want you to remember my face until the moment the soldier who was staring at me with vain eyes died. Because it will be the only atonement for me who will go to hell in the future, and the last purity in my heart.

I hope all this ends me last. I hope this heartless reality will disappear with me for the last time. I pick up the gun again, stealing blood from my face with my sleeve. Then, with a burst of souls screaming to the limit, flutters themselves at the soldiers who still remain. The ferocity of the lump of iron that separates the atmosphere from the gunfire heard from all sides. I crossed the middle of the waves made of elements that kill man.

Dong-yoon!

Shoot, kill, stab, kill. The handles of the gun and the Supreme Sword were so sinful that they slipped because of blood. And without even realizing how time passes and what I'm doing, I wake up to the old man's voice and open my eyelid of reason. Then what I saw was a soldier who died with his eyes wide open.

'It's all right... ...Dong-yun. It's okay to stop now...….’

The voice of a black old man grabs me. The rough, rugged old man's hand lets me put the handle of the great sword that I hold as one body. And I see an old man falling to the floor like he's crumbling at the hands of those who hold my body as it is, and, indeed, strangely enough, crying. Why? Why is the old man crying? The old man, who always shows a wonderful and confident side, is crying, and all this feels like a dream. The twilight rings and senseless limbs return.

'Doctor!!! Hurry up and send a doctor!!!’

Someone cries desperately and calls a doctor. Oh, someone did it and there was Detective Kang. No, when visibility returned, I could find all the parties gathered near me lying down. However, nothing was heard what the group was saying between the sudden influx of visitors. And at that moment the right cheek suddenly warmed up.

‘ !’

‘ !!!’

I can hear the roar and the sound of footsteps coming in. But I turned my head to find the cause of warming my right cheek, not yours. Then there was the dawn of a bright morning, driving away the darkness of the forest. My right hand, constantly trembling, and the sun glancing between those fingers, imprinted on my memory.