A single continuous one-shot with no cuts, a fast frantic tracking shot on a…

A single continuous one-shot with no cuts, a fast frantic tracking shot on a sunlit city street at breakneck Train to Busan pace. A young woman sprints in panic straight toward the camera as a horde of fast, feral infected surges close behind her, sprinting and clambering over each other in a churning wave. A city bus careens in from a side street and crashes hard into a row of parked cars in a burst of glass and shrieking metal without exploding, and the infected pour over the wreck without slowing. She runs flat out down the street ahead of the horde, weaving past a few abandoned cars, the wave never far behind. Bright daylight, urgent handheld camera, gritty cinematic, heavy motion blur. Audio: her pounding footsteps and gasping breath, the roaring snarls of the sprinting horde, and the shattering crash of the bus.