ON-JO: Cheong-san, your arm—
Cheong-san glances down the hall. Too many. He shakes his head.
ON-JO (whisper): Did a zombie...?
NA-YEON: That’s what Gyeong-su said.
CHEONG-SAN: (straining) The lock’s rusted. It won't budge.
Na-yeon hesitates. Lowers the scissors. But her eyes stay locked on Cheong-san’s arm.
ON-JO: Cheong-san, your arm—
Cheong-san glances down the hall. Too many. He shakes his head. All of Us Are Dead Script
ON-JO (whisper): Did a zombie...?
NA-YEON: That’s what Gyeong-su said.
CHEONG-SAN: (straining) The lock’s rusted. It won't budge. ON-JO: Cheong-san, your arm— Cheong-san glances down the
Na-yeon hesitates. Lowers the scissors. But her eyes stay locked on Cheong-san’s arm. All of Us Are Dead Script