Sammy was moving like a rusted piece of machine. His arms and legs looked rather clumsy, but he wasn't slow at all. He had come to the door of their dorm and pulled it open. Then he walked out into the dark corridor, which was only partially lit up by some dim lamps.
"Let's go," said Karl one more time. Like a black panther, Karl jumped out of his bed.
Karl had many thoughts in his mind. He did not know what to do, but he wouldn't let his friend just go like this. He had no other choice but to go with Karl.
Sammy, still with his eyes closed tight, then walked to and jumped down the stairs. However, his jumping did not make any noise, as if each step had been turned into a pile of cotton.
Donnie was scared stiff upon seeing this. He said to Karl in a low voice, "I don't think he's conscious. He's following some kind of instinct, or he would have taken the elevator."
