The corners of her mouth tick up into a faintly bewildered smile. If he really knew about hungries, he wouldn't be so concerned about her - for several reasons. But that's exactly why she can't just leave him here to fend for himself.
"I'll come back," she promises. And then she turns and creeps into the building, edging around the front door, sagging off its hinges.
Several minutes drag themselves past before she reemerges, looking thoughtful.
"There's a group of hungries at the end of the hall," she says quietly. Real hungries, her hungries, stooped and huddled around the carpet stain that remains of their last meal. None of them had moved an inch as she studied them from afar and then slowly backed away. "That's the bad news. The good news is that the back door's broken, and there's a breeze coming in. They won't smell you. If you're quiet and move very slowly, we can walk right past them."
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"I'll come back," she promises. And then she turns and creeps into the building, edging around the front door, sagging off its hinges.
Several minutes drag themselves past before she reemerges, looking thoughtful.
"There's a group of hungries at the end of the hall," she says quietly. Real hungries, her hungries, stooped and huddled around the carpet stain that remains of their last meal. None of them had moved an inch as she studied them from afar and then slowly backed away. "That's the bad news. The good news is that the back door's broken, and there's a breeze coming in. They won't smell you. If you're quiet and move very slowly, we can walk right past them."