Stay Alive Season 1

Chapter 15

"Tohan hue ajigdo ireoseol su isseo, eung? Jong-seok?" She said, her voice laced with a hint of concern.

He turned to look at her with an upset face.

"Mianhae, nuna," he said, his voice laced with a hint of shame.

She tried to stand him up but he was trembling.

She turned to look at me with a calm face.

"Ya, chinguya, jeo saram jom do-wa-jul su isseo?" She asked, her voice laced with a hint of urgency.

I nodded at her with no comments.

We started to walk away from the hallway suddenly we heard another girl crying.

"Jenjang, nongdam-iji. Tto meori goe-mul-iya," she said, her voice laced with a hint of frustration.

She unheld her brother while formed to shoot the hairkist.

I didn't know why she called it a hairkist suddenly it start growled louder than louder I didn't noticed I slowly dropped Cha Jong-seok on the floor.

"A-ya, baboya," he said, his voice laced with a hint of pain.

She turned to look at us with a furious face.

"Neohui duri wae ajigdo yeogi isseo?" She asked, her voice laced with a hint of annoyance.

She walked towards us while I was still trying to stood up his brother.

"Nuna-hante yak-heoseo mianhae," he said, his voice laced with a hint of shame.

I looked into his eyes well, it slowly turned into pure white snow.

"Geureoke malhaji ma. Algesseo? Eung? Jong-seok," she said, her voice laced with a hint of concern.

His breathing sometimes didn't come completely out of his nose.

"Ne, nuna," Cha Jong-seok said, his voice laced with a hint of obedience.

Suddenly we heard a growl again she unheld him again.

"Gyesok ga, yaedul-a. Naega baro dwie-e isseo," she said, her voice laced with a hint of reassurance.

I nodded at her with a trusted face.

Until I heard a walkie-talkie, "Daejang, daejang, deuri-seyo?" While she looked around for hairkist's.

"Ne, deurimnida," she said, her voice laced with a hint of professionalism.

Her colleague... Wait she was a captain of what department?

"Geogi sang-hwang eotteoyo, daejang?" Her colleague asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern.

Like what I said recently she was confident without any restrictions from whoever she could save.

"Johji an-a. Geuna-jeona mun yeoreo. Dongsaeng-hago chinguga geogiro ogo isseo," she said, her voice laced with a hint of urgency.

She wasn't totally strictly big sister but also had a worry for her siblings.

"Ne, daejang," her colleague said, his voice laced with a hint of obedience.

I hoped she would survive for fighting the hairkist's by the time we got to the door there were a lot of wear work corps while they assisted us.

"Daejang-eun eotteoyo?" Her colleague asked, voice laced with a hint of concern.

She turned to look at her colleagues with a serious face.

"Najung-e bwa, 'Doksuri-deul' haechi-ji ma. Algesseji?" She said, her voice laced with a hint of determination.

It was an attention salute and I really idolized her so much.