All Of Us Are Dead Script -

Na-yeon stares at the scratch. Her grip tightens on the scissors.

CHEONG-SAN: Then you’ll what? Stab me with those? You couldn’t even kill a hamster.

As he steps onto the roof, Na-yeon turns the scissors toward him.

CHEONG-SAN: There’s no “should have.” Only now. All of Us Are Dead Script

CHEONG-SAN: I’m not infected.

NA-YEON: We should have stayed in the broadcasting room.

NA-YEON: Stay back. If you turn—

A zombie’s HAND bursts through the closet door. They have seconds.

Cheong-san rears back, kicks once, twice. The metal groans. Third kick—the lock snaps. The door swings open to the .

Cheong-san glances down the hall. Too many. He shakes his head. Na-yeon stares at the scratch

Beat. The name hangs. Gyeong-su turned an hour ago. Cheong-san had to push him off the railing.

NA-YEON (18, fearful, calculating) crouches near the stairwell, clutching a pair of scissors. She’s shaking.

Na-yeon scrambles through. On-jo follows. Cheong-san last. Stab me with those

CHEONG-SAN: (too fast) No. Broken glass. I swear.

A zombie SLAMS against a janitor’s closet behind them. The wood splinters. On-jo flinches.