Re: Hallway: Clem, Amelia, Shane, Graham
[Graham stepped into the hallway on the tail end of Shane's words, just as dirty and dingy as the rest of them; he'd been wearing the same clothes for days, no water meant no showers, and the hospital had been nuts to say the least. But the doors were opened now, and he figured getting the hell out made sense. First zombies, then comic book bullshit. Maybe he could handle it, desensitize himself to the sheer amount of death surrounding them, but it wasn't fair to Clem (or Amelia and her kid, for that matter) to be trapped in hellhole after hellhole. She wasn't doing well, Clem. Seemed like it on the outside, but he knew better.
And he worried.]
My ass is here. [He smiled a little in the boy's direction, reminded of his son, but his gaze quickly settled on Clem.] We picking a door at random?