Who: Daryl and Alice What: Random elevator encounter Where: Elevators When: Tonight Warnings: Will update if more than langage Status: Closed and incomplete
Daryl had spent the better part of the day at the hotel bar. He'd drank a couple of beers, but mostly he'd just sat at the bar as the minutes and hours ticked away. He knew he should be grateful for this zombie free world, but he was actually homesick. He hated Vegas, and all the glitz and glamour of Sin City. He'd take his chances with the walkers over that bull shit any day.
Unfortunately he didn't have a choice. He was stuck in Vegas like so many others. He'd taken to drinking quite a bit, because the alcohol numbed his mind. Sometimes he even managed to sleep for a while when he landed face first in his bed.
He was headed up to his room thinking he just might try that sleeping thing. He called the elevator, and stood alone inside the car. He hated riding the lift, but he hated climbing 30-some flights of stairs even more. He sighed, hearing someone approaching the elevator with an awkward gait. Hitting the door open button, he peere out to see a woman on crutches.
He considered releasing the doors, maybe even hitting the door close button, but decided he'd hold the car for her. He chided himself mentally, windering what the hell he was doing.