Who: Carl and Judith What: Grimes Family Reunion! When: Monday Where: Judith’s Room Warnings: Hopefully nothing, but TBD Status: In progress
Carl had already gone through the process of trying to fight the situation by this point. He’d turned and tried to leave, walked around in fog and found himself back exactly where he’d started. He’d done that more than once, actually, but there was no point on dwelling on how many hours he’d lost running this way and that through absolutely nothing. No matter which way he turned, he still ended up back inside the hotel. It was disorienting enough that the final time he’d just stayed and slumped down in a corner of the lobby to think. It was only supposed to be long enough to figure this out, but then he’d actually looked at the device he’d ended up shoving into his pocket when he’d come to his senses.
It was strange enough to have it light up in his hands like a cellphone, but seeing things start to appear on it like it was actually working was absurd. That technology didn’t exist anymore, or at least there was no point in it. It was stupid that he kept looking through it, but he did out of sheer curiosity. He’d clicked all the different things on it until he finally saw the “guest list” appear. The names were mostly unfamiliar, except for one (well two, but only one really mattered) that stood out to him. Judith Grimes. Room 705.
It felt like the hotel was just as endless as the forest while he made his way through the whole stuffy place, running up the stairs until he’d reached the seventh floor. Carl was expecting to sweep into the room and save his precious baby sister so manners were the least of his concern. He didn’t even bother trying to knock like a normal person. He tried to open the door with a grunt of frustration when it appeared to be very firmly locked. A shove of his shoulder against it proved to offer no additional help and he gave it a rough smack with his fist that could almost be counted as a knock. It was probably a good thing that the door had opened when it did, because he wasn’t far from trying to pry the doorknob loose with his knife.