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 (cold): I’m not him.
A zombie’s HAND bursts through the closet door. They have seconds.
Na-yeon scrambles through. On-jo follows. Cheong-san last. All of Us Are Dead Script
NA-YEON: That’s what Gyeong-su said.
CHEONG-SAN: We’d never make it.
As he steps onto the roof, Na-yeon turns the scissors toward him.