The neon lights of Seoul flickered against the darkened sky, but the streets below were a wasteland of chaos. Cars abandoned, windows shattered, and the distant groans of the undead echoed through the city.

We were trapped.

Dex stood near the barricaded entrance of an old convenience store, gripping a bloodstained baseball bat. “We can’t stay here much longer,” he muttered. His sharp eyes darted between us, assessing our strength—or lack of it.

Shinyoung panted beside me, clutching a frying pan she had scavenged earlier. “I swear, if I have to run one more time—”

“Shhh!” Eunbi hissed, pressing a finger to her lips.

Outside, the infected shuffled, their soulless eyes scanning the area for their next meal.

“Guys,” Dindin whispered. “We need a plan.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Tsuki said, rolling her eyes. She had a kitchen knife tucked in her belt, looking way too fierce for someone usually so bubbly.

Hongchul wiped sweat from his brow. “There’s an underground parking garage a few blocks away. If we can get to a car, we might have a chance.”