The Rallyist

CHAPTER 1

"Don't let go comrades!" shouts a large man gripping the arms of his companions. "We have the right to change this rotten government! Many people are suffering because of government corruption!"

"It is our duty to defend the interests of every citizen!" Shouted the second. "Get rid of the corrupt government officials!"

Said Irene, one of the women's leaders there. "They are the ones who make life miserable for the people!"

"Expel the corrupt officials!" A person shouted within the rallyist while holding hands.

In front of the group was also a group of anti-riot police. They were holding a blue shield, made of thick plastic and instead of a gun, the police were holding a baton.

"Fuel and product prices go up every week but our government is doing nothing!" shouted the man in charge. "Corrupt officials' puppets!"

"Go home," the anti-riot police chief said calmly. "It's getting late. Your rally permit is only until six in the afternoon ---"

"We have a freedom of expression!" a man's voice shouted from the back of the line of rallyists. "Every person has the right to show how he or she feels even in the middle of the street."

"Every rally have a permit," the police said calmly. "Its rush hour and we're interfering with traffic ---"

"Get rid of government crooks!" cried the woman's voice in the background. "Let's fight for every person's right to live well!"

"Right!" cried another. "They're squandering our money while so many people are flocking!"

"Expel!"

There began to be a commotion among the rallyists. Other male rallyists began pushing the police barricade. The commotion got worse. The rallyists and police started pushing. A few moments later the two firetrucks stood up and prepared the large hoses.

The protesters are already in a commotion while the police are also busy advancing.

"WheeIn!" an elderly woman cried when she saw the girl lying on the paved road. "You have a wound on your arm!"

"It's nothing ---"

The girl was unable to finish what she was saying when she got wet.

"Water cannon! Water cannon!" a rallyist shouted as those stationed in the firetrucks continued to pump water.

Large hoses are used to extinguish fires. Those water hoses are also being pumped at the rallyists.

"Come on, WheeIn!" The elderly woman quickly helped the young woman to her feet. "You have a wound in your arms and legs!"

The girl did nothing but follow the older woman. They slipped into the small alley. Its border is Dongsu-ro. The elderly woman helped the young woman sit on the sidewalk.

"You have so many scars and wounds on your feet," she grabbed the face towel and wiped it on the girl's face. "Your arms and legs wounds need to be treated. There they are, bleeding." "I can still ..." "So?" the old woman growl. "Hey, WheeIn, did you see what you look like in the mirror? There you go and you look so mess up in the mirror."

That's Mrs. Jang, former college professor that's retired. At the age of fifty -five she is still one of the active members of an activist group, still very strong. She stood up and stopped the incoming taxi.

"Come on, WheeIn," she supported the maiden. "I'll take you to the hospital." "How about you?" WheeIn stared at Mrs. Jang, "If you come with me ---" "Shut up." She smiled. "I'll go home after I take you to the hospital. I just want to make sure you get treated."