ON-JO: Cheong-san, your arm—
CHEONG-SAN: (straining) The lock’s rusted. It won't budge. All of Us Are Dead Script
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. impulsive) and ON-JO (18
CHEONG-SAN: I’m not infected.
A zombie SLAMS against a janitor’s closet behind them. The wood splinters. On-jo flinches. terrified). Behind them