jungwon

I shouldn’t stop.

She’s running, barely staying ahead of the zombies. She’s fast, but not fast enough.

I should keep going—helping people gets you killed. But then, she stumbles.

“Hey!” I shout. Her eyes lock onto mine, terrified.

“This way!”

She hesitates, then runs toward me. I lead her to a fire escape. “Climb!”

We barely make it. Panting on the rooftop, I finally look at her. She’s younger than I expected—probably my age.

“Who are you?” I ask.