As he steps onto the roof, Na-yeon turns the scissors toward him.
NA-YEON: You’re lying.
CHEONG-SAN: There’s no “should have.” Only now. All of Us Are Dead Script
ON-JO: Go!
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
Na-yeon stares at the scratch. Her grip tightens on the scissors.
CHEONG-SAN: (straining) The lock’s rusted. It won't budge. As he steps onto the roof
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.
FAR BELOW, sirens wail. Distant. Not close enough.
As he steps onto the roof, Na-yeon turns the scissors toward him.
NA-YEON: You’re lying.
CHEONG-SAN: There’s no “should have.” Only now.
ON-JO: Go!
Beat. The name hangs. Gyeong-su turned an hour ago. Cheong-san had to push him off the railing.
Na-yeon stares at the scratch. Her grip tightens on the scissors.
CHEONG-SAN: (straining) The lock’s rusted. It won't budge.
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.
FAR BELOW, sirens wail. Distant. Not close enough.