A zombie SLAMS against a janitor’s closet behind them. The wood splinters. On-jo flinches.
CHEONG-SAN: (straining) The lock’s rusted. It won't budge.
Na-yeon stares at the scratch. Her grip tightens on the scissors.
NA-YEON: That’s what Gyeong-su said.
NA-YEON: We should have stayed in the broadcasting room.
CHEONG-SAN: (too fast) No. Broken glass. I swear.
ON-JO: Then we go down. Fire escape.
ON-JO: Then prove it. Kick the door down.
NA-YEON (18, fearful, calculating) crouches near the stairwell, clutching a pair of scissors. She’s shaking.
Cheong-san rears back, kicks once, twice. The metal groans. Third kick—the lock snaps. The door swings open to the . All of Us Are Dead Script
Beat. The name hangs. Gyeong-su turned an hour ago. Cheong-san had to push him off the railing.
As he steps onto the roof, Na-yeon turns the scissors toward him.
Na-yeon scrambles through. On-jo follows. Cheong-san last. A zombie SLAMS against a janitor’s closet behind them
ON-JO: Go!