Re: Hotel -> Lost: Jules & Kitane
[Whatever Jules did, it was obviously the right thing because both phones shut up.] Bingo. [She sing-songed before snatching her phone back and sliding it into her rear pocket.] Let's go. What island? [It was one of those The Island's with capital letters, she could just tell, but she didn't know what island or Island it was.
And obviously knowing was very important.] Are there zombies? Is this the zombie island? [Her eyes went as wide as the nostril flares on grown Australian men. Somehow zombies beat out every other thing that could possibly kill them here as the most dangerous of all things. Mines, she could deal with. Sea weed too. Even beeping phones that could be left behind could be dealt with, but something that wanted to eat her brains and probably wear her clothes was a no go. Her brains, her thread = all hers.]
I don't want to be on an island with zombies. [A mutter now as she tugged at her t-shirt further down her thighs as if that could somehow protect her.] Tell me that there are no zombies here and we're going to survive, Jules. We will. I'll get us through this. [A nod, sharp, firm, decisive.] Yeah, yeah. We have our phones. We're going to get weapons. And then we're getting the hell out of here.