Help me.
Oh, please help me, sir!
Private First Class Lee!
Stand back on the count of three!
Private First Class Lee.
Do it, quick!
One!
Two!
Three!
In-ho, get to the emergency exit!
-Let's go. -Hurry.
-Take a scraper. -Okay.
This is a five-star hotel, Private Lee.
Our fire safety protocol is top-notch.
Run!
Damn it!
Hurry!
Shut the door!
Lock it.
-Chef Jung? -Chef Jung!
-Chef! -Get up.
-Come on, Chef. -Hold on.
Hey, In-ho.
I'll take him upstairs. Go and ask for help.
Yes, sir.
-Let's go, Soo-jeong! -Hurry up, okay?
-Can you manage, Chef Jung? -Yes.
Let's go.
Hurry!
-Soo-jeong! -Wait for me!
Hurry up!
I said, wait for me.
I'm hungry.
How far do we have to go?
How much farther?
Gimbap for sale.
₩10,000 for gimbap.
Only ₩10,000.
₩10,000 for gimbap.
Come this way.
I'll take two.
There are way too many people here.
Let's wait. We need to stay here.
SEOUL NONHEON POLICE STATION
What are they doing in there? Where are the officers?
-I'd buy it if I were you. -No.
Hey, Alex!
I'm sorry.
Are you really Alex?
-Alex! -Be quiet, will you?
-You've got the wrong person. -Keep it down.
-I think it's him. -No, I'm not.
Alex, I'm glad you're safe.
Are you okay?
I thought my legs would explode.
How about you?
I'm fine.
But why are you wearing...
Well...
I see.
Are there no officers inside the police station?
Yeah, it's empty.
I've been waiting for a while,
but they haven't shown up, and this crowd keeps getting bigger.
I was worried things could get dangerous, so I came outside.
You could've gone around it, you know.
What will you do?
What do you mean? Just be on your way.
We're going to wait for the police.
Alex, why don't you wait with us for ten more minutes?
-All right, then. -Why should he wait with us?
By the way, why is everyone so quiet?
Because of the zombies.
A fight broke out earlier because someone's phone rang.
So turn your phone off.
Yours, too.
It was stolen a while ago.
JAE-YOON, I'M TURNING MY PHONE OFF FOR A WHILE
SLIDE TO POWER OFF
Are you scared, Young-man?
No, sir.
I'm fine, sir.
Just do what you've been trained to do.
And everything will be fine.
Yes, sir.
WARNING RESTRICTED MILITARY ZONE
Shit!
-Sergeant Kim. -Ra In-ho.
Ra In-ho.
Salute!
Oh, come on. We're not zombies!
What happened, Ra In-ho?
She's...
She's normal. I can vouch for her.
-I swear. -Lower your rifles.
Hey, Soo-jeong.
What happened to you?
You moron, why are you not at your post?
-Well-- -In-ho, where's Jae-yoon?
Private First Class Lee, get up here fast!
The door's open!
Private First Class Lee!
-Chef Jung. -Jae-yoon!
We did it. We finally made it!
-What's wrong? -Are you okay?
-Jae-yoon! -Get out of the way, Chul-woo.
We made it.
-Private Lee. -What's going on?
Who said you could let civilians into the barracks?
Are we running a shelter?
Young-joo.
I looked it up earlier, and this isn't just happening in Korea.
The US and Europe have already been in chaos for days.
It seems like the whole world is spiraling out of control.
Do you know why this is happening?
There are some theories going around.
Some say it started with someone who ate a Komodo dragon,
others say it started in a lab in China,
or that it's a North Korean biochemical weapon.
Some even think this is happening because of global warming.
How so?
Because of global warming,
they claim an ancient life form was uncovered in the Antarctic permafrost.
And it released an ancient virus, or so they say.
Anyway, no one really knows how it all started.
But I think--
-Move! -Get out of the way!
-What's going on? -Oh, come on.
Why are you just standing around
and blocking the way?
-Get the fuck out of my way! -Get your hands on a weapon!
Who are those people?
-They're awfully rude. -What the hell are you looking at?
-They look like hunters. -Go grab your guns!
-I think they're here for their guns. -Hurry up!
Why would they look for their guns at the police station?
All firearms must be kept at the nearby police station.
It's illegal otherwise.
Oh, is that a thing?
Having a gun would be ideal in this kind of situation.
Police, hunters, soldiers. They're all armed.
Soldiers...
Young-joo.
On your feet, Lee!
You brought civilians in without clearance.
-What were you thinking? -Sir.
That's not the issue right now.
Sir, it's...
This is an emergency.
-Give me my phone, sir. -Get a grip, Lee!
Listen.
We all need to contact our families!
And we have a civilian here.
Sir?
This is Ms. Oh Soo-jeong from the VIP lounge--
Get it together, Kwak!
My goodness.
You must work at the hotel.
But this is a classified military base, and civilians are strictly prohibited--
What was that?
There's no time for this!
The zombies broke down the door!
We have to shut the door, sir!
Sir!
Jeon Hyung-bae, Choi Chul-woo. Lock the door!
-Yes, sir! -Yes, sir!
Hurry!
Hurry up!
What were those?
-Chef Jung! -What's wrong with him?
-Are you okay, Chef? -Explain what happened, Lee.
Yes, sir.
Well, what happened was...
If that door opens, we're all going to die, sir!
What are they?
They're zombies, sir.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Private Ra In-ho!
Hey, army guy. Does it look like we're kidding?
Why would we joke about something like this?
Escort the two civilians to the barracks.
Yes, sir.
Here, Chef. Come with me.
-Chef Jung! -What's up with him?
What's the matter?
Is he okay?
He's not breathing.
Watch out for accidental discharge.
Even blanks can be dangerous at close range.
What? Chef Jung?
Chef?
Chef, are you all right?
What the heck?
SEOUL NONHEON POLICE STATION
I think we should just go.
Go where? Do you know of a safer place?
It might be better to be somewhere that's less crowded in times like this.
Alex is right.
It's pointless to wait when the cops aren't even here.
I don't even know what to think.
-What was that? -What happened?
Die, you bastard!
What's going on?
Hey, asshole!
Oh, for fuck's sake. I knew this would happen.
What is going on?
Let's get out of here!
Young-joo, get in front of me.
Shit!
You're lucky we're here.
Be grateful, damn it!
Die!
-You fuckers! -What the fuck?
What's happening?
Sir, look at his calf.
Soo-jeong!
Don't move, civilian!
Soo-jeong.
What is that?
-What the hell? -Sir.
Sir!
Those are blanks!
Sir!
I lift 500kg on the Big Three!
Everyone, get out of the way! Don't get too close!
I'll take him out!
No, Chul-woo!
-What the hell? -What is that thing?
-No, sir! -Let go!
Get the live rounds! Now, damn it!
Yes, sir! Let's go!
Yes, sir.
-Young-man... -Out of the way, sir!
You son of a bitch!
-I got a hold of him! -Chul-woo!
Do a guillotine choke!
A guillotine choke! Yes, sir!
-No! -No, stop!
Stop it.
You piece of shit!
-You son of a bitch! -No, step away!
Damn you!
How dare you attack a soldier when martial law is in effect?
You little piece of shit!
"Little"?
Hey, hurry up!
Yes, sir!
Please calm down, sir.
-This asshole always towered over us! -Calm down, sir!
-You didn't even serve! -Sir!
-Please, sir! -Let go of me!
-Ra In-ho! -You scumbag.
The line is secure. Yes, sir.
We have a situation, sir.
We're under martial law, sir!
We need backup, sir.
Civilians have entered the compound.
What should we do, sir?
What the heck?
Hey, let him go!
His neck just snapped.
-This is crazy. -Chul-woo!
Pull him off, now!
Chul-woo!
Step aside, sir!
Chul-woo.
Chul-woo!
Yoo Byung-joon, give him first aid!
Sergeant Yoo's not back yet.
-Move over. -I've been trained in first aid!
Chul-woo.
Hang on, Chul-woo.
Ra In-ho!
Put that down.
Put it down, now!
You crazy little...
You dumbass!
-Sir! -Freeze, Ra In-ho!
Sir, that's loaded with live ammo.
Sir!
Not you, too, Lee Jae-yoon!
I'm sorry, sir. But it had to be done.
Otherwise, everyone else will get hurt, just like Private Choi.
Kim Young-man, Hwang Kyung-sik.
Get Lee and Ra out of here.
As of this moment,
any insubordination will be dealt with immediately.
-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.
-Let's go. -Yes, sir.
Hey, get up.
What should we do?
Try this.
Okay.
Chul-woo!
Hyung-bae, step outside.
Sir, please be careful.
How is he doing?
The bleeding won't stop.
Chul-woo!
Choi Chul-woo.
Get it together.
Chul-woo.
What are you doing? Put pressure on his wound!
Yes, sir.
INFIRMARY
Hey, Hyung-bae.
How is Chul-woo holding up?
Chul-woo!
Sir.
I shouldn't have told him to do the guillotine choke.
It's all my fault.
I'm sorry.
I apologize.
It's not your fault. Get back up.
On your feet.
-You bastards. -Hey, it's not your fault.
I told you to stand guard at your posts!
-Squad Commander. -Yes, sir.
Help wrap things up inside.
-Jeon Hyung-bae! -Yes, sir.
-Take the civilian to the barracks. -Yes, sir.
And...
Lee Jae-yoon, Ra In-ho.
-Private Lee Jae-yoon. -Private Ra In-ho!
Follow me to the control room.
First Sergeant.
What about me?
You should also be in the control room, sir.
-Let's go. -Yes, sir.
The Military Police are definitely going to look into this.
This is going to screw my promotion evaluation. Shit!
First Sergeant, I need a smoke.
Commanding Officer, sir.
Considering this is an emergency,
I really think we should contact our families.
What's with you and your damn phone call?
We're under martial law!
But shouldn't we at least call Chul-woo's family?
Please report this to the brigade. I'll notify his family.
Shouldn't all the men call their families, too?
First Sergeant?
Take it.
Private Lee Jae-yoon. Thank you, sir!
Call your families when you can.
-Shit, finally. -Wipe it, sir.
Soo-jeong, you can sit here.
-Oh, thanks. -Sure.
Salute.
This message is from the CO.
First of all, Chul-woo...
The deceased private
will be handed over to the brigade medical corps.
-The medical corps? -Can they even make it here?
-Maybe I-- -All of you...
-No, be quiet for now. -...are to keep your live ammo.
However, to account for firearm safety,
remove your magazines from your rifles and keep them close to you.
-Yes, sir! -Yes, sir.
-Kwak Gye-young. -Corporal Kwak Gye-young.
Replace all the bloodstained gear.
Yes, sir.
And since a civilian is present under unavoidable circumstances,
remember to stay disciplined as soldiers.
-Yes, sir. -Yes, sir.
-Yes, sir! -Yes, sir!
-At ease. -At ease.
Excuse me, mister.
-What? -"Mister"?
What is it, ma'am?
Can I borrow a phone?
-Don't you have yours? -No.
I will lend her mine, sir.
Okay, do that.
-Stay sharp and maintain order. -Yes, sir.
-Salute. -Thanks.
By the way, Soo-jeong.
You can't call him "mister." He's the admin supply officer.
-I see. What a long title. -I know.
That's why we call him "sir."
MY WIFE
Please pick up.
-Anything else you want to ask? -No, thank you.
MY DARLING YOUNG-JOO: LET'S TALK FACE-TO-FACE
I'M NEAR GANGNAM STATION PEOPLE ARE ACTING WEIRD
I'M SCARED, PLEASE CALL ME
YOU'RE SAFE, RIGHT? I'M RIGHT BY THE TOWER
-What? -What is it?
You scared me.
Damn it.
Oh, right. Are your phones off?
Yes.
I already told you mine got stolen.
-Are you hungry? -Yes.
There might be something to eat here.
Let me go check.
What would we have done without him?
Hey, Kang Young-joo.
We're in this mess because I was giving you a ride.
Sorry.
Well, I didn't mean to make you apologize.
Oh, look.
FOR SALE, ₩10,000 EACH
This is it.
Jae-yoon wanted this album so badly.
Do you even know what that is?
It's a cassette tape.
That's right. So, you know.
YOON JONG-SHIN A GUIDEBOOK FOR BROKENHEARTED PEOPLE LIVE
JAE-YOON'S PLAYLIST, 572 SONGS
Why do you always listen to Yoon Jong-shin's songs?
Because they're awesome.
I get it, but I might memorize all the lyrics at this rate.
Sing along if you can, then.
Hey, you fool
That's not how you sing it.
-I'm in love with you -I'm in love with you
Oh, my gosh. Seriously?
-You don't know how much you comforted me -You don't know how much you comforted me
-You ended my pain -You ended my pain
-And made me laugh again -Laugh again
All together now.
The owner is probably dead by now.
Why the hell would you borrow money to pay for it?
They could still be alive, and just taking it would be stealing.
I'm the idiot for giving you the cash.
You're so frustrating.
The phone is turned off. Please leave a message after the tone.
MY DARLING YOUNG-JOO
The phone is turned off. Please leave a message after the tone.
MY DEAR GRANDMA
Look after yourself.
No, you should look after yourself.
Okay, I will. Bye.
Be careful of all those men. Don't go off with some weird--
-You startled me. -I'm sorry.
Here you go.
Are you okay?
You're fine.
By the way, Soo-jeong.
Was that your boyfriend?
-No, it was my brother. -I see.
So, it was my future brother-in-law.
Why do you keep calling me by my name?
Right, of course.
Shall we ditch the honorifics?
How old are you?
How old do you want me to be?
When you visited me during Chuseok, you and the aunties brought galbijjim.
Do you remember the guy who only ate veggies for his diet?
Yes, him.
He enlisted after finishing a semester in sports science at Chung-Ang University.
He's dead.
NEWS NATIONAL ASSEMBLY OBJECTS TO MARTIAL LAW
"Martial law."
MARTIAL LAW DECLARED WHERE IS THE PRESIDENT?
Jae-yoon, I'm on my way to see you. I'll come to the hotel restaurant.
If you can come down, let's talk face-to-face.
Why won't you reply? Are you at the barracks?
Jae-yoon, I'm near Gangnam Station, and people are acting weird.
You're okay, right?
It's crazy out here. Text me when you get this.
Jae-yoon, you're safe, right?
I'm right by the tower.
Call me when you see this.
I'll go to where you are.
-No, you shouldn't worry about me. -What am I going to do?
Honey, how is Ha-yul?
Is he okay?
What about your parents?
That's good.
Just remember, don't take a single step outside.
I need you to stay home.
Yes.
Is there enough food for the baby?
Okay.
You did well.
But just to be safe, ration it so you don't run out.
Okay.
Oh, and honey.
Water will be more important than food from now on.
So try to store as much water as possible.
Private Ra In-ho.
-What was that? -I was on the phone.
I'm sorry, sir, but could you give me some privacy?
Oh, sure.
I'm sorry. Carry on.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hey, honey.
What about my voice?
No, I must've had something in my throat.
The punk's still the man of the house.
Jae-yoon?
Private Lee Jae-yoon.
What's with the voice? Where's your bravado?
-Sorry, sir. -That's better.
Goodness, did you talk to your parents?
No, sir. My parents are abroad, and I couldn't reach them.
Where are they?
They went to Africa.
-Africa? -Yes, sir.
What are they doing over there? Are they diplomats or something?
No, sir. They're just traveling.
They retired and went to see things they'd never seen before.
"Things they'd never seen before"?
Like giraffes and rhinos?
-They like elephants, sir. -I see.
-That sounds awesome. -Yes, sir.
It might be okay in Africa.
This is so sweet.
I'm glad we found something to eat.
Didn't they have any ramyeon?
You said you live in Nowon. And you're in Dogok?
Yes, that's right. What about you?
I live in Hong Kong, but I'm staying at a hotel nearby on business.
A hotel?
Which one? Eden Hotel?
Yes, how do you know that place?
My boyfriend works on top of the hotel.
Is there something above the hotel?
It's more like serving than working.
-He's serving? -He's stationed there
at the air defense unit on the hotel rooftop.
I was driving her there because she insisted on going--
Hang on a minute.
Is it these guys?
You told us to turn off our phones.
-Sorry, mine was on. -Hey!
That's Jae-yoon.
What? Hold on.
-This is your boyfriend? -No way.
-Hey-- -Is this Eden Hotel?
When did you take this?
I took it around lunchtime yesterday.
It was funny how two soldiers were carrying a steel delivery box.
Is this your boyfriend?
You can tell from this photo?
-Yes. -How can you tell it's him?
Jae-yoon...
JAE-YOON, THERE'S NO SIGNAL FOR CALLS WE'RE DOING FINE, SO DON'T WORRY
THINGS ARE QUIET IN AFRICA HOW ARE THINGS OVER THERE?
KOREA'S NOT DOING SO WELL, MOM
IF THINGS START TO GET WEIRD, DON'T LEAVE YOUR HOTEL
STAY INSIDE THE BARRACKS
DAD WANTS YOU TO STAY THERE UNTIL THINGS DIE DOWN
OKAY, MOM. DON'T WORRY
Did you talk to your grandmother?
She didn't pick up.
Don't worry too much. She'll be fine.
-Your family's in Busan, right? -They're in Seoul, sir.
-They're not in Busan? -They're in Gaepo-dong.
Then, what's with your accent?
What do you mean, sir?
"What do you mean, sir?"
Where is Gaepo-dong?
It's over there.
You're wrong. Gaepo-dong's over there.
You need to stop imagining the worst.
Yes, sir.
I'll go back inside, sir.
Did you talk to your wife, First Sergeant?
My wife? Well...
I don't know what to call her now.
"Ex-wife" might be better, sir.
Well, either way...
You should check on your family.
Sure, sir.
Could I have a smoke?
I don't have any.
Someone keeps taking my cigarettes.
Do you think he's okay there?
Don't worry.
Soldiers are way safer in times like this.
-Yes, the soldiers are safe. -I'm worried about us.
-Are you turning on your phone? -Are you?
SWEET JAE-YOON
It's Jae-yoon.
-Did he get back to you? -Did he?
Are you okay, Young-joo?
You're safe, right?
I'm doing fine now. Don't be silly and come looking for me.
Go and hide somewhere safe.
If you tell me where you are, I'll come get you, okay?
He's okay.
I told you not to worry, didn't I?
-I'm glad. -I'm glad.
-Are you an echo? -No.
Our apologies.
We're unable to connect your call due to an influx of calls on the network.
Please try again...
There are too many calls, so I can't get through to him.
Don't worry.
-If you wait, you'll get through. -Yes, you'll get through.
-Hey, Jin-wook. -What?
I think I should get to A Tower now.
Are you out of your mind?
You can't go anywhere in this situation.
Thanks for everything. I'll never forget what you've done for me.
Alex, I'm very grateful to you, too.
I should get going.
Hey.
-What... -Young-joo.
I'll go with you.
What for?
My car's parked at the tower, so I need to get there anyway.
Let's go to the hotel together.
Two is better than one, and better than two is...
What will you do?
Fuck.
Is this all the ramyeon we have?
Yes, sir. Last night...
Those jerks on night duty ate most of it as a midnight snack.
How long will this last us?
About two days, sir.
What is this?
These are combat rations.
I see.
-It looks disgusting. -It actually is disgusting.
Before we eat...
Well, here's the bottom line.
We're short on rations.
Is it a blackout?
Black ops?
"Black ops"?
-"Blackout." -Oh, I see.
Don't pick your nose at the table, you little shit.
-Get it together. -Private Ra In-ho. Sorry, sir.
That's disgusting.
-Oh, come on! -Don't do that.
What the heck are you doing?
The rations we currently have
will only last us for two days if we eat the usual amount.
-Phone services are down. -What?
We'll have to cut back on rations.
The supply schedule...
We're fucked.
We'll lose power soon, too.
-A building this size should have an ATS. -Keep it down, dumbass.
The ATS is usually installed between an external power source and generator.
-Quit your yapping! -Sorry, sir!
Anyway,
we must share during these hard times
and stick together in comradeship.
This isn't much,
but enjoy the food.
I want cup noodles.
Let's share some cup noodles.
The boys have been through a lot.
Seeing them eat this with no soup...
It weighs heavily on my heart.
-Gye-young. -Yes, sir.
Boil some water.
Yes, sir.
It's fine. Dig in.
Let's eat.
-Enjoy your meal. -Enjoy your meal.
Thanks for the food.
Eat, Hyung-bae.
Yes, sir.
-Right side. -This way.
This way.
-Hurry. -What's that?
Watch your step.
Is A Tower through this way?
Yes, I think so.
Did you turn your phones off?
There's no need if it's on silent.
You told us to turn ours off.
-Come on, just keep going. -But his phone...
He's doing that because he doesn't have a phone.
Hey.
You're so clumsy.
-Are you okay? -Yes, I'm fine.
Your shoelaces are untied.
You do this.
And then, you...
After that...
Dang it.
Jeez...
-Something's not right, sir. -What now?
After Private Choi got bitten, he died without turning into a zombie.
So what?
Good point.
I think Chef Jung turned into a zombie not long after he was bitten.
What the hell is that?
Did you secure the door?
We secured the north and west access points, sir.
They don't turn right away. There's a delay.
How come?
Choi...
Choi Chul-woo?
-Chul-woo! -Don't go near him!
-Chul-woo. -You can't get close to him.
Stop him!
Chul-woo.
What are you doing?
-Hyung-bae. -What's happening?
Chul-woo.
I'm sorry for making you do the guillotine choke.
Hyung-bae!
Sir!
Get a blanket and a rifle.
-Kyung-sik. -Yes, sir.
Corporal Jeon, can you hear me?
Are you okay, Corporal Jeon?
-Corporal Jeon. -Take him inside!
-First Sergeant! -First Sergeant!
-Let go. -Private Choi.
Are you all right?
-Chul-woo! -It's Hyung-bae.
Hyung-bae!
I'll administer CPR. Clear his airway, sir.
-Clear his hair? -For CPR...
Fucking hell.
We can't let him die.
He'll turn into a zombie.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Stop the bleeding, damn it!
Get a towel!
-Get me a rifle! -Who, me?
Hurry, sir!
Get a rifle!
Get out of the way!
-Are you ready? -I'm ready, sir.
Fire!
-The head. -What?
You have to shoot the head!
Fire!