All Of Us Are Dead Script -

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

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

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

CHEONG-SAN: We’d never make it.

ON-JO: Then we go down. Fire escape.

The roof door THUMPS as zombies crash against it from inside. Cheong-san grabs the handle, holds it shut.

CHEONG-SAN: Then you’ll what? Stab me with those? You couldn’t even kill a hamster. All of Us Are Dead Script

ON-JO: Go!

Cheong-san glances down the hall. Too many. He shakes his head.

A zombie SLAMS against a janitor’s closet behind them. The wood splinters. On-jo flinches. CHEONG-SAN: (too fast) No

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

NA-YEON: Stay back. If you turn—

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. Na-yeon stares at the scratch

NA-YEON: You’re lying.