"RUN, JIHOON! FUCKING RUN!"Jaemin’s voice cracked, raw and filled with pure panic. Behind them, the howls from dozens of blood-caked mouths echoed off the corridor walls. The slap of bare feet and nursing shoes on the linoleum floor sounded like the relentless march of a meat grinder, closing in fast.Jihoon, his brain still lagging from the shock of seeing the dead surgeon, tripped over a fallen IV pole. The boy would have gone down hard if Jaemin's right hand hadn't shot out and yanked the collar of his jacket."Get up, kid! Hold on tight!"Without wasting a single second, Jaemin ducked, scooped Jihoon up by the waist, and hoisted the twelve-year-old onto his hip. Jihoon was heavy, but the adrenaline flooding Jaemin's system made him feel like he was lifting an empty sack of rice.Jaemin pushed his legs into a desperate sprint down the VIP Corridor.The scene on either side of him was like a haunted house attraction with an unlimited budget. The doors to the VIP inpatient rooms wer

"Don't move, or I'll splatter your brains all over those boxes behind you."The sharp click of the Glock 19's hammer being pulled back echoed coldly in the stuffy, dusty archive room. The black steel barrel of Min-Ji's gun was locked perfectly, aimed straight at the center of the forehead of the middle-aged man cowering in the corner."M-mercy! P-please, don't shoot! I'm human! I'm not one of those monsters out there!" The man, Kim Minseok, sobbed hysterically. His dirty white doctor's coat trembled along with his shivering body. He held both hands high in the air, while his other arm clutched a worn, brown leather messenger bag to his chest."I know you're human, you pig," Min-Ji hissed, her voice dripping with cynicism. She didn't lower her weapon a single millimeter. She looked at Minseok like he was a dead cockroach. "The question is, are you a useful human, or are you just dead weight? Because in a fucked-up situation like this, I'd rather just shoot the dead weight now so it sto

"Jaemin! WTF, open the door, you asshole! It's me, Jinwoo!"The hoarse shout from behind the steel door was enough to make Jaemin’s heart leap into his throat. He instinctively glanced at Min-Ji, who still had her pistol aimed at the entrance. The former fixer’s face was hard, her jaw clenched tight."Don't touch that lock, Jaemin," Min-Ji hissed, her voice cold. "That could be someone who's been bitten. The second this door opens, we're all dead.""That's my goddamn friend! He's a cop!" Jaemin shot back. Ignoring Min-Ji's threat, he pressed his face against the cold surface of the door, peering through the small, rusted keyhole.The sight outside made his breath catch.In the third-floor hallway, under flickering, short-circuiting lights, Jinwoo was leaning against the door. His brown police uniform was in tatters, ripped in several places and soaked with dark red blood. His breathing was heavy and ragged, his trembling hand gripping a standard-issue revolver. But most importantly, J

"GRAAAAAARRGHH!"The zombie nurse’s hoarse scream exploded directly in Jaemin’s face. There was zero space between them. The stench of its breath, a foul mix of rotting flesh and rubbing alcohol, assaulted his nostrils, making Jaemin want to puke on the spot.Inside this two-by-two-foot zinc duct, there was no room to dodge. No room to run."Shoot, Jinwoo! Fucking shoot!" Jaemin shrieked in panic, his hands braced against the nurse's shoulders as it crawled toward him like a giant centipede. Its black fingernails clawed at his arms."I can't, wtf! If this revolver goes off in a narrow pipe, it'll blow out our eardrums and the whole damn hospital will know we're here!" Jinwoo shot back from behind, his voice tight with his own panic. The cramped space made his gun completely useless. "Move aside a little, Jaem! Let me stab it in the eye with my knife!""How the hell am I supposed to move, you asshole?! This is a pipe, not a freeway!"The mutant nurse snapped its dislocated jaw, its tee

"MMMPHHH! MMMMMPPHHH!"Minseok’s screams were muffled by the black duct tape over his mouth, turning into a deafening, nasal howl. The middle-aged man's eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.The teeth of the woman in the white blouse, now fully mutated, had sunk deep into Minseok's right shoulder. The doctor's white coat was torn like wet paper. The sickening sound of flesh being chewed alive and cartilage snapping echoed in the cramped four-by-four-meter room. Fresh blood sprayed out, drenching Minseok's face and splattering the metal shelves behind him."Son of a bitch! Get off him, you pig!" Jaemin cursed.He didn't give a damn about Minseok himself, but if the old man died, any information about the virus would be lost forever. Jaemin grabbed a folded metal chair from near the desk and raised it high.Min-Ji, standing nearby, had already raised her Glock 19, ready to pull the trigger and put a bullet straight into the female monster's head."Don't shoot, w