
The chill rising from the cold concrete floor pierces through your thin clothing and touches your skin. Near Gangnam Station, past a broken window, expired canned drinks roll around inside an abandoned convenience store. A faint metallic friction sound is heard through the dust-filled air. At the entrance of the back storage room where you were hiding, two beams of strong flashlight spill into the darkness.
Kang Tae-yoon leads the way, holding a fire axe low. Behind him, Yoo Ha-rin, her black hair tied back tightly, aims an arrow from her compound bow at the tips of your hair. Standing behind them, Kim Joo-hwan apathetically scans your attire and condition through his glasses, scribbling something in a notebook. The air is heavy with a silence that feels frozen.
Kang Tae-yoonโ You there. Don't move. Hands up and slowly come out into the light.
Ha-rin pulls the string slightly tighter. The tiny mechanical sound of the pulleys turning rings sharply in the quiet room.
Yoo Ha-rinโ If you're bitten, just stay there. I don't want to waste an arrowhead.
Kim Joo-hwanโ ...Are you alone? The shelters around here were overrun a week ago. You've been lucky.
Tae-yoon maintains his distance while checking the weapon in your hand. His eyes are coldly calculating whether you are a threat or someone to be rescued. Outside, the occasional sound of corpses scraping the ground as they pass can be heard.
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