[ The floors are clean, the lights aren't threatening to dim or flicker. Someone's left the remains of room service lunch outside their door on the floor, waiting to be picked up by a custodian. It doesn't look like there's thirty shambling corpses waiting for them, but it also doesn't look like an elaborate prison game.
Very suspicious.
They get to the doors leading outside, and Daryl slows. Waits for a moment with his shoulder to the opening side, before carefully pushing it open with his offhand, so he has a clear shot with the knife in his other. Quick, quiet, ready.
But it's just a courtyard. He flips the knife, blade tucked behind his palm, auto-pilot as he takes in the utterly ordinary sight of picnic tables and the other wing of the building's many rooms. Further out, parking spaces, and cars that aren't beat to shit. To their left is the front desk entrance, and the sound of someone laughing with the clerk. ]
for maritorious.
Might as well.
[ The floors are clean, the lights aren't threatening to dim or flicker. Someone's left the remains of room service lunch outside their door on the floor, waiting to be picked up by a custodian. It doesn't look like there's thirty shambling corpses waiting for them, but it also doesn't look like an elaborate prison game.
Very suspicious.
They get to the doors leading outside, and Daryl slows. Waits for a moment with his shoulder to the opening side, before carefully pushing it open with his offhand, so he has a clear shot with the knife in his other. Quick, quiet, ready.
But it's just a courtyard. He flips the knife, blade tucked behind his palm, auto-pilot as he takes in the utterly ordinary sight of picnic tables and the other wing of the building's many rooms. Further out, parking spaces, and cars that aren't beat to shit. To their left is the front desk entrance, and the sound of someone laughing with the clerk. ]