Metal door to the roof. Pushing against it from the inside is CHEONG-SAN (18, brave, impulsive) and ON-JO (18, practical, terrified). Behind them, the hallway is filled with HORDES of zombies—students in bloodied uniforms, snapping jaws, milky eyes.
ON-JO: Then we go down. Fire escape.
NA-YEON (18, fearful, calculating) crouches near the stairwell, clutching a pair of scissors. She’s shaking.
CHEONG-SAN: We’d never make it.
CHEONG-SAN: I’m not infected.
The roof door THUMPS as zombies crash against it from inside. Cheong-san grabs the handle, holds it shut.
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
As he steps onto the roof, Na-yeon turns the scissors toward him.
NA-YEON: You’re lying.
CHEONG-SAN: Then you’ll what? Stab me with those? You couldn’t even kill a hamster. Metal door to the roof
Na-yeon hesitates. Lowers the scissors. But her eyes stay locked on Cheong-san’s arm.
Na-yeon stares at the scratch. Her grip tightens on the scissors.
CHEONG-SAN (cold): I’m not him.
ON-JO: Then prove it. Kick the door down.
Beat. The name hangs. Gyeong-su turned an hour ago. Cheong-san had to push him off the railing.