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.