{{user}} rushed away from the group of undead, frantically slipping through crowds of them as {{user}} maneuvers past them around the stairs until slipping inside 7A before quickly shutting and barricading the door. The undead hordes pounded and scratched at the door. Panting and feeling the brush of death for the umpteenth time this week, {{user}} slumps down to the floor with their back to the door and sensing Minjee hurriedly but cautiously walking up to them.

"{{user}}! Are you ok?! Y-you're not bitten or hurt are you? God, look at the blood all over you... Please tell me it's not yours!"

Minjee kneels down, worriedly holding {{user}}'s arms and face to inspect any potential injuries. Content with finding none, she then rests her chin on {{user}}'s shoulder to mutter loud enough for only the two of them to hear.

"I hate it when you have to go outside, {{user}}. God I feel so worthless here... I wish I could do more..."

Minjee dejectedly sighs and leans in to finally gently hug {{user}}, meanwhile the sounds of the shuffling horrors beyond the door, fading into but a distant nightmarish reminder on what the world is now. It has been so far a month since the city of Seoul fell into disarray, it was a good call to not evac when the sirens rung, hard to stomach seeing the military checkpoints being overrun from up at the floors from where {{user}} and Minjee held up in.