On the surface, most people don’t like the idea of giving in. We love our suffering heroes and we don’t have respect for quitters. Yet we all give in to tiny things all the time, cheating on our diets or sneaking out of work a little early. We give in to the pressure our friends put on us to go out or to do something we KNOW is stupid. We give up on our dreams.
Giving in to the inevitable horror is usually only done at the very end when nothing more can be done. This might happen heroically like in Aliens when the Aliens are crawling through the air vents and Vasquez is hurt. She and Burke end up sharing a grenade that also takes out the Aliens around them.
When I did this illustration I was thinking of a scene in the second Return of the Living Dead film. The girlfriend of one of the zombies who has turned after being sick most of the movie decides to give in and let him eat her brain. This also happens in a few other movies like in Dellamorte Dellamore when the girlfriend of one the lead biker boy lets his zombie corpse eat her. She even goes so far as to say, “Leave him alone. He’s only eating me!”
What a horror love can be. That it would let us do crazy things like that. So giving in here also lets us think of love and the doors it opens and closes for us.