Then the door broke.
The woman lunged. The conductor fell.
Soo-min started to cry. A wet, child's sob. Train To Busan English Audio File -
"Please," he whispered. "She's clean."
He had one bullet. A soldier had given it to him. "For mercy," the soldier had said. Then the door broke
Soo-min looked back. "Dad? Dad, let's go home."
But it was too late. From the far end of the car, a dozen pale faces turned. Then a hundred. Soo-min started to cry
The tunnel came at 4:47 PM. The train died. Lights out. In the absolute dark, you could only hear the breathing of the infected—and the breathing of the living, trying to be quieter than death.
"You are home," he said. Then his eyes went white.
Then the screaming began.
Seok-jin looked up. A woman in a ripped blouse stumbled into their car, her neck bent at a wrong angle, eyes milky white. A conductor ran after her. "Stay back! She's—"