I'm still alive

You're Superman. Dad saved everyone......... you're Superman. Chae-yeon's warmth and whispering, which held my finger tightly with a small hand, pass through my source without any shape. Then my touch began to grow on my fingertips, and I, who was wandering around in prison, set foot back into hell. The pitch-black space covered by eyelids shakes. A small ray of light hits me diagonally across the face of a dim head as if it were ringing, noise.

Director of the group leader!”

Oh, my God!

The endless rainwater hits my face with the harsh voice that calls me. There was a feeling of unceasing pressure in the chest below, and at the same time, the dead heart comes back and takes out the heavy breath in the lungs at once.

Huck... ...huck.

The familiar pain, the familiar pain of tearing my limbs, was telling me I was still alive. The dark sky, the muddy rain that falls across the darkness. I came back again, and I could see Park Dae-bak's face before my eyes.

"Breath... ...group leader, breath...….”

Park Dae-bak sat on the floor helplessly, clearing his hands on my chest. His face was covered with blood and dirt, but the look of his breathing heavily was stained with relief that he had saved me. I lived, I'm still alive. I had spring rain pouring down my face with my eyes open. And in response to the heart that now began to move, instinctively swept both floors by hand.

And at that moment the handle of the gun, which is terribly far away with the trembling fingertips, passes by. Without hesitation, I pull out the dog headboard of the gun that had been stuck in the mud, giving strength to my hand holding the handle. I caught a friend who had always suffered with me. Both, of course, were ruined by blood and dirt, but what they had in them remained unchanged.

My heart is beating. It's breathing. I was still living, and now I'm in this space. I didn't know until I saw it with my eyes. I didn't know until I died. This emotion was not a abandonment or regret, but an extension of living reality. I raised my upper body by spitting mud on the floor. And drew a firm line on the back of a reality that was not captured.

“ !!”

"Crunch!"

As soon as I caught the gun, I could hear the lights and the barking of numerous soldiers from afar. Looking around, the shelling that was bothering us stopped a long time ago, and there is darkness around us that we can't even tell how long it's been. But I was able to accurately guess the situation now through a clear and clear mind. An old man's prediction that the soldiers will chase us after the shelling. And now the prediction hit the mark exactly, and we were facing another crisis.

Far away, waves like the archipelago come. The waves will crush and sweep the lines I drew and let the color fade. But in the face of that fear my voice and my hands were no longer shaking. I asked Park Dae-bak, who was frantically looking for a gun.

"Are the two men I brought alive?"

My voice, whose tremors and currents had disappeared, was as calm as a deep lake. And Park Dae-bak, who was running wild in the face of the primal fear of dying, assuages the confusion and fear as he assimilates to my calm voice like a lake. The heavy rain stops slowly. And between the darkness and the rain, the orange paint slowly begins to spread. Park Dae-bak looked at the scene and my face in the sky, nodding his head in amazement.

I'm glad you're all right, but now there was no time for us to hesitate.

I jumped up from my seat and pulled up Park Dae-bak, who was sitting down. And he holds the gun forward, lifting up even the two men who are stuck on the floor and breathing faintly. The buzz and light that began to be heard in the distance slowly drew closer. The military dogs began to rattle, more excitedly, as if they had smelled us. But I calmly pulled the trigger and held Park Dae-bak's shoulders with blood and dirt on his face.

"The dogs tore each other apart and we have to run away. I'll run right, so you take these two and run back. I'm sure the old man will be waiting for you when you get to the back, so make sure you get my news. When we arrive, we can all meet alive."

If they run away like this, they will catch up with not only us but also the people behind them. Let's all live together, I planted the sentence in my heart that might be a lie, and I have a firm eye that there should be no more blood and death.

Park Dae-bak nodded helplessly, shaking his eyes and lips as I tightened my hand holding his shoulder. And when I turned my head to the rattling and barking of the dog, I could see a military dog running from afar. Countless lights and shadows force my hands and legs.

The thought that this might be the last conversation makes Park Dae-bak hesitate for a moment. But at the shouts that burst out of my mouth once again, Park Dae-bak began to run backwards carrying two people who were lying down with a cry like a cry. Shadows fade away. And I lift the gun that pulled the trigger forward, slowly facing up the control window. Sweat and wide open eyes along the face.

Click, click.

The sound makes my heart beat like a clock.

The rain stops, even if I know I've made up my mind. From far away I began to see the dawn of driving away the darkness, and a calm orange cloud like my heart flows like a river. My heart beats slowly. Time passes slowly and this hellish space is pushed away by the pain of the past. Everything I've been through is passing by my eyes.

Painful and hard, but happy and good moments were making me come true and complete the elements. have no regrets I have no regrets. I was finally finished with Kwak Dong-yoon, and I was living this moment. I kick my foot and start running towards the front of non-right soldiers and military dogs that I promised Park Dae-bak.

Fair enough! Bang!

Cool shots echo from the silencer's removed gun after a long time ago. My heart was piercing with the sound of a gun and my head was clear enough relief. Then with the sound of bullets crossing the atmosphere, the extension of the space that came out, and the military dog chasing Park Dae-bak falls on the floor with the sound of chewing. At the moment, the roar and the shouting of the soldiers become quiet, buried in the air currents I changed. The wind whispers, here I am.

It's accelerating, it's accelerating. We're moving forward on them. The lights pouring out from all sides were buried in the dawn of my journey, showing no presence. The pain I suffered becomes a bone. The anguish that pierced the head turns flesh. The tears I shed became blood, and now even the waves of Nodo were just puddles under my feet.

The running that ran out of Goshiwon, the running that made the child come alive, and the running that now runs for the precious people. I break the egg and run out of the cage. Be light in body. All the shackles that were binding on my body are released as if I had wings on my leg that I always ran.

The trigger is pulled and the gun flashes in front of its eyes. Whenever the soldiers hurriedly hid themselves in the cover, their eyes were fixed on me, not on the back. Look this way, look only at me! My bullets have become a means of turning away, not for the purpose of toppling a soldier. And the soldiers, hiding in a cloak from the bullet, stared at me piercingly with only their heads out. Their eyes contained the gaze of the defeated soldier and the burning hostility.

I quickly run to the cover and hide myself. Then, as if to answer my question, the soldiers lift up their guns and beat me with a shot of hatred. A terrible strain that killed their comrades, dirty red people who invaded this land. I didn't know what name I would be remembered by them, but I didn't care. Because I was just a dog-ass who bit their ankles dirty.

I raised my gun at the sky without hesitation and poured out small bullets into the yellowish sky. The soldiers, who were sticking their heads at the sudden shooting, bent their heads hurriedly into the cover, and the bullets I fired cut through the air meaninglessly.

Click, click.

Fire, fire, fire. I pulled the trigger until the last minute, but the end of this brutal drama had long been written on the script. I moved my index finger, but the empty ball only hit the air. I put the gun down at that moment without hesitation, and even the bag I was holding down. Then he turned quickly and began to run frantically toward the left, the exact opposite direction of Park Dae-bak's escape.

As soon as I run to the left, a soldier who appears to be an officer points to me with a mad cry. Then the soldiers started shooting at this side or chasing me away from the cover. Things began to go my way. I swallowed a cry inside and breathed out just before it exploded. I'm the only loser here, but I'm the only loser. And they were running in the grass, where darkness was receding, following me, the only vanquished soldier.

The old man chasing me now rings a faint alarm in my dying head. Bullets pass overhead and behind me, I hear my barking dogs urgently. But I never looked back, only running forward. The space narrows. I completely exited the forest and began to run on a wide open space where nothing existed.

And as I enter the vacant lot, I see the gray city that I have left everything in the distance. In the sky the dawn was past, and the bright sun was rising, and the clouds with the light flowed gently over me. I slowly raised my right hand to my left breast while I was running. Then I could feel my heart pounding. I know. The blood and the mud that tied me up, the shackles that held me, all fell under the running bridge.

When I saw the gray city in front of me, everything was like a dream. It didn't hit me that I struggled to live in that huge city. Perhaps people are safe. Chae-yeon and her children will enjoy the happiness of their daily lives and grow up to be nice and pretty children like others. And all those fantasies that lurk before my eyes came as rewards, representing my pain and pain.

I was heading for the city. But the city ignores my weak existence and gives me a dreamy year and wind as if nothing had happened. What happened? No, maybe nothing happened. Yeah, so come here. This is your seat.

The sound of the wind whispering in my ear is the only time I find freedom. A child's hand that is likely to be caught if he reaches out. If you turn your head right away, you will notice the faces of the group. Then I could feel the warmth of their body temperature in my trembling hands and mouth.

Now there was no misty road. The front began to be seen clearly, and I was running on the path I had dreamed of. The tide stops, and a calm downstream is visible. Now that the cold winter has passed, warm spring is coming. Last one, now the last one. Although it was only a momentary moment, I inserted past fragments into my heart.

And raised his head, he looked up at the sky that only we would share. Neither the child nor the people will be looking there. It's the morning when the night falls and comes, as I promised. I closed my eyes slowly, looking straight at the morning. My heart is hot, tears flow down my dirty cheeks. But I was smiling at the moment.

Remember.

Don't forget.

Never forget this moment.

Yeah, I'm still alive.