Re: Hotel lobby; Sam/Lou
Neither do I. [And the next door was a theme park, as run down and disturbing as such places could be. Something drifted in the darkness between the rides shuffling. He stared for a moment, but whatever it was, the thing didn't look like a zombie. It was pale and floated jerkily over the ground. In its own way, that white, stuttering shade was far worse than any zombie could be. He shut that door quickly and took a much longer drag from his cigarette.]
[He listened as she spoke, hesitating before the next door. He had already thought of what she said next, about their general need to pick a side before their own monster swallowed them whole. Reluctantly:] I know. ...If it was possible for us to live without being forced to decide to let it all go or destroy it, I would jump at the opportunity. But I don't think there is, not morally, not practically. If we coasted through this mess and tried to reap the rewards, I don't know that I could forgive myself. The only way we stay is if we think the risk of going is too great to weather. [He watched her.] What do you think? And what did Neil say? [They hadn't spoken much since arriving here, and he could admit that Sam was more likely than he was to know what Neil was thinking at any given moment.]