Re: Hallway: Clem, Amelia, Shane, Graham
[No one was fucking moving toward a door, so once Clementine and Amelia got to their feet, once Graham drew near and was given a nod, Shane, with a dutiful eyeroll, wandered a few feet down the hallway and snatched open a door. He gave the interior only a cursory glance—but it wasn't fucking Georgia. It was a city, tall-towered, full of live people and a cuticle of sunshine.
There was no relief in seeing anyone. Shane just wanted somewhere to go, where there was a fucking shower and food and they could just sleep, and not on the metal barebones of folding chairs draped in jackets.
His cigarette puffed into the wind that drew out from the door. Shane gestured to the thing.] Let's go.