All Of Us Are: Dead Script

CHEONG-SAN: Then you’ll what? Stab me with those? You couldn’t even kill a hamster.

FAR BELOW, sirens wail. Distant. Not close enough.

As he steps onto the roof, Na-yeon turns the scissors toward him. All of Us Are Dead Script

CHEONG-SAN: (straining) The lock’s rusted. It won't budge.

He looks down. A fresh scratch on his forearm. Blood. On-jo’s eyes widen. CHEONG-SAN: Then you’ll what

Na-yeon stares at the scratch. Her grip tightens on the scissors.

NA-YEON: That’s what Gyeong-su said.

NA-YEON: Stay back. If you turn—

CHEONG-SAN: (too fast) No. Broken glass. I swear. All of Us Are Dead Script

NA-YEON: You’re lying.