She lets her hand drop, neither surprised nor offended by the rejection. The offer was made more for his peace of mind than hers.

Melanie approaches the doorway at a slow creep, more for demonstrative purposes than because it's necessary out here. Inside, it's a different story. There's a dilapidated entryway featuring a toppled bin and a row of dusty mailboxes. There are two hallways to choose from, but one only extends a few feet before the floor opens into a jagged-edged hole. She might be able to edge around it, but Nick probably couldn't. She leads him into the other.

Down at the far end, the hungries are immediately visible. They stand like statues in the back doorway, completely still except for the faint stirring of their tattered clothing. She points to them, keeping her motions smooth and easy. Then she points to a second doorway, this one half the hall's distance away. The stairs.

She finishes by lifting her finger to her lips. Then, she starts down the hall, choosing each step carefully.