Min‑joon pressed his foot hard on the gas pedal. The engine of the car was screaming, but the swarm of Motris stuck to the vehicle's body was horribly slowing their acceleration. The harsh screeches of the Motris mixed with the continuous sound of breaking glass and tearing metal sheets.
Seo‑yeon, sitting in the last row between Yu‑ri and Leon, fired her shot exactly the way Leon had taught her, smashing it into the head of the first Motris. The creature staggered, and Kim Yu‑ri quickly pressed herself against the window, pushing with all her strength. The Motris, thrown off balance by the sudden force and shock, fell with a muffled scream into the crowd chasing them.
Middle-row defense
Suddenly, an agile Motris jumped from the ceiling toward the middle-row window—right beside Cho Jin‑ho.
The Motris planted its hand on the glass and began clawing at it.
Cho Jin‑ho jerked back with a scream of pure terror:
"Damn it! It's breaking through the glass!"
Da‑som, who was right next to him, reacted instantly, her eyes narrowed and face determined. She dropped her gun and slammed her clenched fist forward with full force. Her punch didn't hit the glass—it struck the Motris's hand just as it was about to shatter the window, stopping its push.
The Motris angrily dragged its claws across the glass.
Yuna, trembling badly, screamed:
"Down! Get down!"
She suddenly bent over and grabbed a metal water bottle from the car floor, throwing it toward Da‑som.
Da‑som caught the bottle, and with a more precise strike, smashed it with all her strength into the Motris's face. The creature weakened from the pain, and Da‑som used the moment to smash the window frame with her gun, forcing the Motris to retreat.
Command from the back
In the rear row, Leon—despite the intense pain in his wounded hand—noticed a much bigger danger.
In the rearview mirror, he saw a massive, powerful Motris jump onto the trunk and begin tearing the metal apart.
Leon shouted with a rough, strained voice born of pain and determination:
"Min‑joon! Left side! Turn hard! We need to crush these bastards against the wall!"
Min‑joon, struggling to keep control of the car, answered:
"I can't! If I roll this thing, we're all dead!"
Ji‑hoon, sitting in the passenger seat and trying desperately to lock the door to keep the front Motris from opening it, screamed:
"That bastard is opening the door!"
Leon yelled:
"Do what I said, lawyer! Left wall!"
The deadly maneuver
Seeing the Motris nearly tear the trunk apart, Min‑joon had no other choice. He clenched his teeth and made a sudden, violent turn, spinning the wheel sharply to the left.
The car veered toward the wall of an abandoned building at full speed.
With a hideous metallic screech, the car slammed against the wall, crushing the Motris clinging to the left side.
The sound of bones snapping and flesh being ground mixed with the bending metal. The Motris on the left side were smashed and fell off. The car shook violently but didn't flip.
Min‑joon gasped, breathless from the pressure:
"I did it… I think I did it."
Leon opened his eyes, which had been shut from pain, and looked outside. They had gained several meters from the remaining Motris.
Seo‑yeon took a deep breath and said tensely:
"Not yet. Look ahead."
Ji‑hoon pointed forward.
In the middle of the main street, a large overturned food truck blocked the way, and Motris were tearing apart the driver's corpse. The main path was blocked.
Now they had a choice:
1. Go around: Dangerous, because slowing down would allow the Motris to catch up.
2. Push through the obstacles: Min‑joon would have to find a path through the wreckage and Motris, risking further damage to the car.
Leon's eyes gleamed with clarity as he looked at Min‑joon and the others:
"We can't go around. They'll see Woo‑jin. We go straight through. Min‑joon…"
Leon suddenly sat up perfectly straight.
The horrible pain gripping his body moments ago vanished. His severed fingers under Woo‑jin's tight bandage no longer throbbed. He clenched his fist—his hand felt whole.
Leon spoke with a calm, commanding voice—completely different from before:
"Min‑joon, listen. There's no way around. We're going straight through. Speed up and steer right! We'll break through the wreckage."
Min‑joon stared at the Motris tearing corpses apart:
"Leon, are you insane?! We can't smash through that truck at this speed!"
Arrival of the Hunter
Just as Min‑joon was about to swing the wheel, a deafening motorcycle roar drowned out the Motris screams.
A wild Grrrrrrrooooom! echoed from the shadows near the wrecked truck.
Everyone turned toward the sound.
Park Woo‑jin burst from the darkness on a motorcycle.
He rode at insane speed, stopping with a hard brake right between the survivors' car and the obstacles.
His body looked straight and muscular, covered in blood and grime. One of his eyes was completely white and blind, while the other burned with rage and madness.
He was no longer that fat and violent man—he was now a reborn, relentless monster.
The Motris around the truck didn't attack him.
They only screamed and circled him, as if they recognized him as one of their own.
Min‑joon shouted in horror:
"Oh my God! Woo‑jin?!"
Kim Yu‑ri covered her mouth with trembling hands:
"How… how is he still alive?"
Woo‑jin turned his motorcycle and stared directly at their car.
His voice was no longer human—a mixture of growl and distortion:
"Ahhh… my hero Leon! You're not leaving without a little farewell from me!"
He held the motorcycle clutch with one hand, and with the other, fired his handgun. The bullet hit the front‑row window right beside Ji‑hoon's head.
Ji‑hoon jumped from the gunshot and dropped his weapon.
Woo‑jin roared, voice trembling with fury and unnatural strength:
"You think pushing me was the end? No, kid! The game is just starting! And I'm going to rip you apart and stitch you back together just like the doctors do best!"
Leon, from the back row, raised his gun with eerie calm.
He no longer shielded his injured hand.
In a steady, fearless voice—completely unlike before—he answered:
"Hide your teeth, monster. If these things don't kill you, I will."
Woo‑jin snarled and charged at them.
Leon yelled:
"Min‑joon! Reverse! Full speed!"
Min‑joon didn't hesitate.
He slammed the gear into reverse and floored the gas.
The tires screamed, and the car shot backwards.
Woo‑jin whipped the burning motorcycle around and chased them, effortlessly weaving through wandering zombies and crushing any that got in his way.
Precise targeting
Leon rolled down the rear window.
Cold air and the stench of rotten flesh rushed inside.
Kim Yu‑ri grabbed his arm:
"Leon, no! Don't get close to that zombie!"
Leon stuck his arm out.
His skin no longer looked swollen or injured—it was strangely whole.
He gripped his gun tightly:
"We need to drop that zombie bastard, or he'll chase us all the way to the hospital!"
Da‑som, focusing hard from the middle row, began firing at the motorcycle's front wheel to slow it down.
Leon shouted:
"Min‑joon! Pull me right! Toward that pillar!"
With sweat dripping down his face, Min‑joon swerved hard.
The car tilted slightly.
Leon, now closer to Woo‑jin, held his breath.
Motris runners filled the space between them.
Seo‑yeon shot two of them in the head, clearing Leon's line of fire.
Using the jolt from the sudden turn, Leon fired.
Not at Woo‑jin—but at the motorcycle's fuel tank.
The bullet hit perfectly.
A small explosion flared.
Flames rose instantly.
Woo‑jin tried to stabilize, but the burning bike slid.
He was thrown forward with a growling scream and crashed into a pile of zombies.
The final escape
Min‑joon shifted into drive and pushed the car to its limit, speeding past the distracted zombies.
They saw Woo‑jin rise slowly from the ground, staring at the car with his blind eye.
The zombies didn't attack him.
Cho Jin‑ho screamed:
"He… he got back up! Only a zombie could survive that!"
Ji‑hoon, lips trembling, muttered hopelessly:
"We just killed a zombie the other zombies won't attack… what the hell are we dealing with?"
Leon, his fear completely gone, placed his hand gently over Yu‑ri's to calm her:
"Doesn't matter. We bought a few minutes. Min‑joon, drive."
They sped through the ruined streets—overturned cars, burning buildings, scattered zombies—each moment a nightmare peering through the windows.
Arrival
After several tense minutes, the massive dark silhouette of Ulsan Central Hospital rose before them.
The concrete structure loomed in the silent night, casting a huge shadow.
No light.
No sound.
Min‑joon slowed down carefully and drove toward the main gate.
The large iron doors were half‑open.
Kim Yu‑ri spoke with wavering hope:
"We made it… finally…"
The car stopped before the dark entrance.
The silence was more terrifying than the Motris.
Leon looked around.
No zombies in sight.
He tightened his grip on his gun.
Everyone went inside. But anywhere public, there were Motris.
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Now the new scene you asked for (the kitchen):
Min‑joon said:
"Don't you think we should eat something?"
Da‑som opened the refrigerator.
Apparently others had raided the place earlier—most food was gone.
Only a bottle of water and a can of juice remained.
The only edible thing nearby was a cake.
Everyone grabbed the juice cans and the cake.
Unfortunately, the juice didn't reach Kim Yu‑ri—she only had water.
Leon was about to open his can when he looked at Kim Yu‑ri.
He paused, unsure whether to give the juice to her or drink it himself.
He hesitated for several seconds.
Finally, he made his decision.
He moved toward Kim Yu‑ri and spoke softly:
"…Yu‑ri… here, drink the can yourself."
Kim Yu‑ri squinted her eyes and shook her head:
"No… you're hurt, Leon. You need it more than me. I'm fine…"
Leon took a deep breath and, with a calm yet reassuring smile, said:
"Yu‑ri, listen… I'm fine. Really fine. Right now, it's you who matters. It's important that you drink the juice. I don't want you to suffer."
Yu‑ri placed her hand on the can, still hesitant. Her gaze was full of concern and a little shame.
"But… I don't want anything to happen…"
Leon gently placed his hand over hers. The warmth of his touch made Yu‑ri's heart beat faster.
"Nothing's going to happen. I'm sure… just think of yourself as important. Stop worrying about me."
They were silent for a few moments; only the sound of shallow breathing and the fragile calm of the dark kitchen filled the air.
Finally, Yu‑ri smiled, her eyes slightly wet with tears, and took the can:
"This shows your kindness… thank you."
Leon smiled, slightly nodding:
"That's enough… just that you accepted it."
They sat together. The distant sound of water droplets falling from the ceiling could be heard, but for a few moments, amid the nightmare and ruins, they found a small piece of peace.
It was about 7 p.m., and everyone was very sleepy. At that moment, the survivors said:
"Two of us need to stay on guard, just to be safe."
Leon, being very tired, said:
"I'll take the watch…"
But suddenly Kim Yu‑ri said:
"Me too. I need to talk to you."
They turned off the kitchen lights, and gradually, the others fell asleep.
The flashlight on the table still cast a warm, dim halo.
The shadows of Kim Yu‑ri and Leon were cast on the wall. The quiet was calm, only occasionally broken by the wind blowing through the broken window.
Kim Yu‑ri (voice husky but soft):
"Leon… thank you. For never leaving me alone…"
Leon gave a gentle smile, tired yet full of affection.
Leon:
"Don't say that. Whose blood runs in my veins? Yours.
Who bandaged my hand? You.
Who was exactly beside me when I woke up? You."
Kim Yu‑ri, trying to hide her tears, said:
"When we thought you were dead… it felt like a piece of me died too. I can't bear to be left alone again. Please… this time… don't go."
Leon softly lowered his head. His gaze intertwined deeply with Yu‑ri's eyes.
Leon:
"Then let's make a promise. We'll stay together… till the end. Good or bad, alive or dead."
Kim Yu‑ri, with a bitter yet warm smile:
"Promise?"
Leon:
"Promise."
They linked their pinky fingers together and pressed them.
Leon took a small metal tag from his pocket, part of a necklace he always carried. He opened the chain and held it out to Yu‑ri.
Leon:
"This is yours. It's been with me since I was a child.
My grandfather gave it to my father, and my father gave it to me. Now it's better in your hands."
Yu‑ri carefully took out something like a small fabric piece with special stitching from her pocket. Something she always kept as a part of her family.
Kim Yu‑ri:
"And this is yours. It's my mother's… the last thing I have from her."
They both held onto the other's treasure.
A few minutes passed.
Leon was falling asleep but resisted it.
Yu‑ri noticed and said:
"Leon, if you're tired, you can sleep. I'll take the watch."
Leon:
"It's fine. Can I just close my eyes for five minutes?"
Kim Yu‑ri:
"No, go ahead and sleep."
Leon lay down and immediately fell asleep.
Several hours later, he woke up.
He looked at the clock—midnight.
No one was there.
Not even a Motris sound.
Only the smell of blood lingered.
Leon:
"Guys? Where are you?"
Suddenly, Yu‑ri's faint voice:
"Heeeelp…"
Leon:
"Yu‑ri! I'm coming, hold on!"
But as he entered the room, he saw something horrific.
All the survivors had turned into Motris (Ji‑hoon, Da‑som, Cho Jin‑ho, Min‑joon, Seo‑yeon, Yu‑na)
and were tearing Yu‑ri's body apart and eating her.
Park Woo‑jin suddenly appeared, his mouth bloody. He looked at Leon with his eyes and a sinister smile, saying:
"It's revenge time."
Leon screamed in terror. Instantly, all the Motris and Park Woo‑jin leaped toward him and killed him.
Suddenly, Ji‑hoon hit Leon hard and shouted:
"Leon, wake up! You fell asleep!"
Leon woke up. Cho Jin‑ho had put his hand over Leon's mouth to stop him from shouting.
Kim Yu‑ri brought Leon's water bottle:
"Drink some water. It was just a dream."
Seo‑yeon:
"Leon, what did you dream?"
Min‑joon:
"It's alright. The zombies didn't notice."
Leon:
"I dreamed that you all had turned into zombies and were eating Yu‑ri's flesh. I still can't get the sound of biting and Yu‑ri being torn apart out of my mind."
Kim Yu‑ri:
"I'm sorry you had that dream, especially about me. But we're all safe. Look…"
Suddenly, an explosion sounded at the door. Thick smoke knocked out all the survivors.