Picking up the slack (OPEN)
It didn't take long for Mary to notice that the staff was entirely missing. There was a note left at the front desk that they refused to return until they no longer had reason to fear for their lives. Coupled with the blood spatter she found in another portion of the hotel, she had to believe that one of them had been killed. Whether through the fault of a member of their group or not was the question. She didn't know everyone they were traveling with. Not anymore. So she didn't know what they were capable of. That worried her.
What she did know, however, was how to survive. If there was no one cooking or cleaning, then she'd do what she could to fill in those gaps. She'd certainly managed with less help. And while she thought that everyone here should be able to fend for themselves, she recognized that cooking to feed a large group was a good way to manage their food supplies. She just didn't want to think about what would happen when the food was completely gone. Fresh ingredients were used first, and she tried to cook for a large group. Anything unused was stored in one of the refrigerators for anyone to help themselves. She tried to spread the word as best as she could, hoping that someone else would be willing to chip in and hoping that people would know where to look for meals.
Today, she'd cooked up 6 lasagnas and frozen two of them. That would stretch out the food supply for at least a little longer. As long as the power stayed on, anyway. She tried not to think about that too much. And if things got really bad, she was mentally preparing herself for venturing outside the wall to hunt.
When everything was cooked and stored in the fridge, she sat down to take a break and eat a piece of lasagna herself. She still had yet to find anyone but Johnny, but she figured that if she hung out where the food was long enough, somebody else would turn up. Assuming that they were still with the group. Hoping that they were still with the group.