Covered in the viscera of the infected, Joon-ho and I begin our perilous journey into the heart of the chaos. The stench is overwhelming – a nauseating mix of decay, blood, and something alien that I can't quite place. I force down the urge to gag, knowing that any sign of humanity could give us away.
We shuffle forward, mimicking the jerky, uncoordinated movements of the infected around us. The ground beneath our feet is slick with blood and other fluids I'd rather not identify. Every step is a challenge, both physically and mentally.
"Stay close," I mutter to Joon-ho, my voice barely audible above the cacophony of moans and shrieks surrounding us. He nods almost imperceptibly, his eyes darting around constantly, alert for any sign of danger.
