Has the great tornado of war swept through? The city was a shadow of its former self, a giant cemetery. People lined the streets from the entrance of the city, their faces deeply shadowed by the loss of all hope. The sharp winter winds that blew in several times darkened their faces even more and made them lose the will to live.
Throughout the city, badly mutilated corpses and relatively intact bodies were strewn about or piled up in heaps, and a foul odor emanated from them. As I stared at them in disbelief, I resumed my steps.
My vision began to blur as guilt danced in my mind, intertwined with pity and regret. Tears streamed from my eyes, but I didn't wipe them away. There was no more to see in this city, where the only people who had lost the will to live were the fetid, rotting corpses.
My tears thickened, and I tried to turn back, but I didn't stop walking. I began to see people with dark shadows on their faces again. For many of these people, the nuclear explosion on the Korean Peninsula was only because the North and South were at war.
I quickly made my way out of the city, hoping to catch a glimpse of a memory, a fragment of a memory, as if I were hoping for a moment that I would not remember.
I tried to quicken my pace after exiting the city, but a futile longing of unknown value grabbed my ankle and wouldn't let go. The city I looked back at, driven by the longing I couldn't shake, left me with a lonely feeling of emptiness in the back of my mind. It's a stinking, rotting corpse, a hiding place for worthless losers, a place that has nothing to offer. I tried to reassure myself that it was okay, and resumed my steps.
"Ahhhh!!"
A moment ago, somewhere in the city, a woman's scream rang in my eardrums and touched my heart. and move my heart.
Commonplace prey. A common prey, a battle between those at the top of the chain and the lesser and weaker. and the less fortunate. But could it be the emotions stirred by the woman's screams? The footsteps I didn't fall back. I tried again and again to hasten my path, but the result was the same. Moreover, another unknown force gripped my feet It wrapped itself around my neck and wouldn't let go. the more I tried to shake it off, the more it drew me back to where the screams had come from.
Like a fire moth leaping into the flames for no reason, I was once again drawn by an unknown force. No, this pull was not from some insignificant, insignificant heroism. heroism. Once again, I passed the worthless losers, the stinking, rotting corpses. past the stinking, rotting corpses of worthless losers, I reached the source of the screams. A large group of people had gathered in a circle. and I was certain that the woman who had screamed must be in the center of the circle. in the center of the circle.