The poor girl looked half-dead already, which was better than the others they occasionally ran into around here, but certainly not good. Hershel had to wonder how long she'd been out here. Then he had to wonder how long he'd been out here. It felt like a few hours, but for all he knew it could've been days. Or minutes.
At least they found her, and at least now they had a light source. Hershel walked close to the girl's side, gazing wearily out into the fog. Maybe they would find the hotel- but what would they do once they got there? Even if they could make noise, what could be done from the other side? He certainly wouldn't have known if he were there.