the streets are empty, only the noise of the wind and the plaintive squeak of a kitten can be heard. Jeongin looks around, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from. He has not seen animals for a long time, living in this difficult time in the zombie apocalypse: he was unlucky to be in an empty Busan completely alone. he walks slowly towards the sound, clutching a knife in his hand. he saw you when you were pulling the kitten out of the bushes.