I'm still alive

It was a time of pain and patience. The cold weather and the biting wind quickly took away the body temperature. And darkness, with nothing in sight, ceaselessly begins to sprinkle the rust of fear on the sharply-lined nerves. Let's put up with it, let's hang in there. We clenched our teeth and constantly pursued the source of fear.

It began to snow after midnight. We hurriedly covered ourselves in blankets and gathered together to share our body temperature. The body trembled and the hand holding the crossbow hardened. I crouched, constantly blowing my breath into my fingers.

And it was 4 a.m.

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I could feel someone grabbing my shoulder in a hurry. I flinched and tried to pull myself together. Then I grabbed the crossbow that I had on my lap. I twisted my hardened body around and began to force the fatigue out of it.

It was an old man who grabbed my shoulder. The old man put his index finger on his lips with a pale face and shook the party one after another. Then he reached out his finger and pointed out the buildings and alleys facing the main gate of the mart.

I kept blinking my eyes, accustomed to the darkness, chasing the direction the old man pointed at. Then there was a shadow crawling fast among the contours of the building. I leaned instinctively, flinching and crawling quickly to the railing, gently sticking out my head.

Shadows quickly permeate between the buildings and the shadows of the buildings, as if they were flowing fog. And when you stop for a moment and turn or shake strangely, the outline of the boy begins to be clearly visible.

It's him.

I pushed my saliva into the dry throat. And in a hurry, he looked back at the party and waved his trembling hands. Then the group began to crawl along the floor and move to the original designated location. I tried to hold on to the dizzying spirit and raised my head again.

Damn it, it's gone again in one eye. I quickly closed and opened my trembling eyelids and began to search for his location. But soon, I could find him crossing the red fireflies.

Are the others aware of the real predators? The men, who glowed fiercely in the red glare, began to scatter like honeybees who lost their homes at the appearance. And he crawled forward, hitting them with his hands as if he were looking at them like a bug.

He kept looking around, neck-and-neck like a wooden doll for what he was looking for. And I was wandering around here, going into a private parking lot or crossing the wall into the house.

I caught it in my eyes and breathed out my breath. Then he remembered his movements one by one and began to uncover memories hidden in the cold for a while. Oh, and I felt goose bumps all over my body.

He was following the way we stopped by the construction site and came back to the mart. And an unusually long stay would be where the old man threw a piece of parka. The sound of him scraping the wall over the wall makes a giggle in the ear.

The fellow hovered there for a while. Perhaps because of the parka that the old man threw at random, we couldn't find our exact location. The fellow, who had been in vain many times, began to run nervously around, spouting his irritated, vocal chirping.

I begged and begged. Don't come tonight, don't find us. I was eager to at least be able to fight in the right place. I couldn't blink once and watched him running around.

And an hour has passed.

The boy kept going around this area, as if to show his extreme tenacity. And every time I hit the same empty room, I was nervously scratching the wall or spouting out grotesque cries and tormenting my mind.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

I plugged my ears. Then he breathed out a harsh breath and glared as if he were going to kill him. Please, please, just go! I gave strength to the sobriety that was coming. Will the party be all right? I wanted to look back, but I couldn't because I was afraid I'd miss him.

The fellow stretched out his neck toward the dark sky and cried for so long. It was as if he was crying at us, "Where on earth are you hiding?" And time passed, and after a series of blunders, he started to turn around and crawl somewhere else, whether he had finally given up.

I felt that my body was weak energy.

I leaned over the railing and slowly laid down the crossbow. And he shook his head, looking at the party. Situation over. Thanks to the old man, I was able to earn a day. When I signaled that he had gone away, the party sighed at the same time.

I grabbed the crossbow that I put down on the floor and slowly got up from my seat. Then I walked toward the party. Then the group all relaxed and looked at me. And at that moment,

Ah-choo!!

Everyone's eyes turned to Yong-pal.

The dragon arm hurriedly closed his mouth with his trembling hand. And lift up your blue face and stare at us blankly. What have I done? a sudden cough as the tension eased The eyes of the helplessly trembling dragon-arm were sucked into fear with my saliva.

Ah.

As the thrill, which began from the tip of the foot, reached the tip of the head, the nerves began to sound alarm bells over and over again. Danger! Warning! I made a silent scream, punching my numbness in my fists. And he turns back in a hurry, waving desperately at the party.

Gagagagagagagagakak

The gruesome sound of scratching the floor makes the ears ring intensely.

It's coming!

He's coming!

He started crawling towards this place with his neck broken from a distance. I couldn't hear a single sound while he was running so fast. I'm starting to see his face. The torn mouth was raised to its fullest and the mouth uttered a grotesque sound of scratching the vocal cords.

You were there.

The smiling face seemed to say so.

I hastily caught the crossbow that I had put down on the floor with trembling hands. And I looked at the group, but they were mesmerizing as they stared blankly at him crawling here.

There was deep fear in their eyes.

But if you stay still, you'll die.

I ran desperately to the party and shook them. Push with your hands and kick with your feet! If you still can't get it together, you'll slap me in the face. Then the group fixed their dazed eyes on me and soon began to come to their senses. And scattered in all directions like instinct.

I quickly moved away from the railing, trying to move my weak legs. The crying began to get closer and the sound of him sweeping the floor was heard vividly in my ears. My heart began to beat like crazy. I ran fast behind the warehouse.

And as soon as I arrived behind the warehouse and looked straight ahead, there was a huge hand on the railing. The hands that came up scratching the concrete railing stretched out to two, and below them came a cry like scratching a blackboard.

at a loss for a long time

a hideous face creeping up between its hands The face opened its hideous mouth, sniffing its worn-out nose. Then he turned his face around and looked at the rooftop where we were and soon met my eyes.

The fellow drooled and grinned.

The coming has come. I grabbed the crossbow and got up slowly from my seat. Then stuck the crossbow on his shoulder and faced him head-on. His eyes and arms swaying with fear blurred the boy inside the aiming point.

You're the one who made my arm like this, aren't you? The persistent and crafty devil kept sniffing as if he remembered me. Then he lifted his head up to the sky and uttered a happy cry. The fellow quickly crossed the railing and began to crawl madly towards me.

It's coming.

The essence of hell has turned into a wave of six-sidedness, and it hits me in an instant.

My heart starts beating like crazy. Time slows down and the accident that was going around in my head stops in an instant. This moment feels as if it's a hundred million won and all my nerves are drawn to a drop of cold sweat running through my forehead.

His back was cold when he stood behind his death.

Should I shoot? No, wait. But I might die! No, not yet. The instinct for death and the reason for hunting constantly collide in my head. My fingers danced a dance of anguish on the trigger and the cold sweat that flowed fell on the tip of my nose.

I can't hear anything anymore. The sound of the heart paralyzes all fears and elicits adrenaline like mad. And when the sweat on the tip of my nose fell on the floor, the sound that I had been waiting for came between the sounds of the heart.

Ping!

Chick?

The fellow just stopped in that posture. And he looked at his hand, which had stopped with a face that he couldn't believe. running recoil and trapped hands. The reverse force did not win each other and caused them to lose their balance.

And the sound that started to come at the same time as he slammed himself into the floor. Ping, ping, ping! With the sound as a signal, the party hiding in the corner of the rooftop quickly hit and ran, and he gave out a bitter groan as if he knew something was wrong.

This moment has finally come! As the long-awaited scene unfolds before one's eyes, the fear that had gathered turns into anger and explodes. Aiming at the point of aim that no longer shuddered at him, I waited for the dragon arm to be somewhere.

Flash! The flashlight that Yong-pal was holding lights up. As if a burning flame were ignited, the light glowed reverently and shone on him struggling. I swallow a simmering roar, exploding with anger. And aim at him exactly and pull the trigger.

Bolt leaves me. And the bolt flies ferociously and gets stuck exactly in the guy. Starting with my shot, bolts flew in from place to place. The fellow, who was under a powerful attack in an instant, let out a groan of anger mixed with pain.

Come on, come on!

I loaded the bolt quickly. Then, biting his lips tightly, he constantly pulled the trigger. Thud thud thud, now accustomed to the sound, made the boy more painful. The more I struggled, the more excited I danced on the day I was buried in my muscles and flesh.

But as time went by, I was feeling impatient. Even though he's giving a hit to the body, he doesn't seem to stop. Traps were being pulled out one by one, creaking in the increasingly severe and intense resistance.

A deadly attack is needed.

No matter how many times you guess the head, he doesn't die. Knowing that, I stared at his skull, but it wasn't easy to hit him in the head. The firing frequency was slowly slowing down as the party knew it.

At this rate, the trap breaks and we all die.

I looked everywhere for the old man. Then the old man also stops shooting and makes eye contact with me. We crossed our eyes and began to act quickly, not to mention the shortness of the silent communication.

I sat down, took a pose, and got up. Then he slowly walked and blew the bolt at him.

I had to draw attention.

I deliberately provoked him with exaggerated gestures. Then the fellow broke his face full of hatred, and glared at me, and soon began to wriggle and twist. Yeah, look at me!

The trap began to rip with a precarious sound. Looking at it, I sensed the end of the dangerous gambling and finished the final batting by firing the last bolt at him.

Gaining!

A sudden trap is pulled out by spitting out a terminal of destruction. As one began to break, other traps that had been holding out dangerously began to lose their function. He led his now free body and shed black blood.

Then he began crawling madly at me, contorting his hideous face.

But it's already late.

Next to him, an old man, who had taken advantage of the glaring glances, was holding a crossbow and pointing his head precisely. And pulled the trigger without giving a moment.

I am deluded by the slow passage of time. The moment that that guy crawling to me and the arrow crossed, I could now hear nothing in my ears.

Bolt's quivering collar fills his eyes. After leaving the demonstration, Bolt flew into a fierce air and headed for the temple exactly. I focused all my nerves and chased the flying bolt with my eyes.

The sound of the six-piece burst heavy. Bolt penetrated his head exactly.

His head was bent to the side and his frantic crawling body lost its strength. He didn't even recognize that he had been beaten, but he stared blankly at his exhausted body and uttered a mysterious cry. Then slowly turned his head toward the old man.

The old man gently laid down the crossbow and looked at the results he had made. There was no joy, no cheer, no emotion. I just felt empty and bitter that this long fight was over. I licked my dry lips with my tongue and faced a dull situation.

The fellow turned around in a pitiful cry. And crawling slowly towards the railing, trying to get out of here. However, as time goes by, the black blood soaked the floor, and the strong muscles lose strength one by one.

I pulled the sword out of my waist.

And crawling along, he walked after him. The gaze of all the party turned to me and the dawn began to appear among the buildings in the distance.

As I approached him, he turned on his face and looked at me. And twisting his drooping hand around as if he could not believe the predator's relationship, which had been reversed in an instant. It was like a worm wriggling and I felt an unknown emotion.

I stepped on his arm and raised a foot above his chest. Then he held the sword tightly in both hands and lifted it over his head. a sickening bad performance The end has come to break off my relationship with the predator who was doggedly chasing me.

I don't know...

The fellow looked at me with a mournful cry. There was no joy, no hatred, no purpose for the prey in his face anymore.

Only fear, now fear of dying, dominates him.

Punch down his head with a sharp sword. With the sound of cutting through the flesh, the touch that breaks the thick bone flows through the fingertips. The fellow, who spouted out a long terminal, slowly stopped moving with a slight twitch when his brain was completely destroyed.

I gently lifted my head with my hands off the sword.

The sun was rising. The warm sunshine gently patted my face, saying it was all over now. I felt like I burned everything. The psyche, which was full of excitement, has become a white burned ash, and the rigid muscles flow down like water.

I'm losing my strength. My mind begins to fly away too.

The world was bright, but I couldn't keep my eyes open.

I was still alive.

[He left no diary the next day.]