Hwang Ji-Hye stared at the tightly-closed iron door, her hands trembling.

“AAAHHH!”

“Stay away, stay away!!”

The others on the other side of the door were going through a living hell. The people she had laughed alongside just a few hours ago were having their lives ripped away from them.

She knew that going up to the rooftop was the logical thing to do, but she could not shake the intense emotional desire to save the others. She lay there, frozen, as her mind and heart warred on.

“Group leader!”

Park Gi-Cheol’s shout came from behind her.

He grabbed Hwang Ji-Hye, hauling her off the floor and helping her up the stairs to the rooftop.

Tears flowed down her face, and she muttered constantly to herself along the way.

“I couldn’t save them. I couldn’t save any of them… I couldn’t do anything…”

Park Gi-Cheol furrowed his brow and yelled, “Get back to your senses!”

GRRR!!!

Zombies were rapidly advancing on them from the other hallway.

The first and second floors should’ve been securely barricaded to prevent such a thing. It seemed that they had come into the building through the third-floor windows.

Park Gi-Cheol pushed Hwang Ji-Hye toward the emergency exit and desperately picked up the gun he had put down earlier.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

His rounds blew through zombie foreheads with his gun in semi-automatic mode.

However, the zombie horde showed no signs of stopping, stepping over their dead comrades as they raced toward him.

Park Gi-Cheol quickly lowered his gun and headed for the emergency exit. Once through, he immediately shut...