Luther could hear the zombies behind them, could practically smell their scent of rot and pooling body fluids getting closer, and his knees lifted as his legs pumped, driving himself and the woman forward so quickly that he almost couldn't stop in time and wound up running through the door like a goddamn Roadrunner cartoon as opposed to jerking it open. The knob twisted mercifully beneath his hand, swinging open to show the hotel he'd left on the other side, and Luther turned to the side to get the woman on his side through first, letting go of her waist to sit her on her feet on the hotel carpet before following her through and slamming the door behind them. He was panting as he staggered to the opposite side of the corridor, putting his back firmly against the wall before leaning over to brace his weight on his knees and and just breathe for a moment.

"What-" he started, then took a few more gasping breaths before continuing. "What the fuck was that?!"