So Seok-jin did the only thing left. He ran. Not away from the infected—through them. He held Soo-min to his chest, curled around her like a shell, and ran straight into the black wave.
Seok-jin, a work-weary fund manager, settled into his window seat with a sigh. Beside him, his seven-year-old daughter, Soo-min, clutched a half-finished drawing of her mother. He hadn't told her yet that they were going to see her for the last time. Train To Busan English Audio File -
The tunnel came at 4:47 PM. The train died. Lights out. In the absolute dark, you could only hear the breathing of the infected—and the breathing of the living, trying to be quieter than death. So Seok-jin did the only thing left