Hyunjin peers over the shop door window with a raised brow as the flames on the dead zombie he just burned finally burn out, smoke now twirling up from its charred body.

He just lets out a small scoff with his blunt dangling between his lips while reloading blaze-bullet magazines into his guns but his ears perk up when he hears the faint rustling in the air vent above him a couple chairs away.

That can't be right, he definitely made sure there was no one else in this mall but him, no more zombies and no humans because they all turned.

As soon as it registers in his head that he's not alone anymore, he quickly cocks his gun and aims, ready to fire if it's a zombie that managed to weasel its way through the vents. And yet, when the grate swings open gently and you drop down from it, Hyunjin's brow raises yet again.