Log: Jo/Open (SPN->>Hotel->>TWD) Who: Jo Harvelle and Open to TWD folks! When: We'll go with this afternoon Where: SPN, Hotel, TWD; someplace close to others? Rating: TBD but it's The Walking Dead so...
She barely slept. She drank more than she should. And, really, she was feeling stifled. Sure, since she had "come back", Jo had taken on a few hunts. But it just wasn't the same...not anymore. Too much reminded her of her mom and thinking about her was just too painful. Eventually she came around to a new thought, that maybe - just maybe - there was another world out there that she could be of use in. She'd still hunt, if possible, because that was what she did. Hunting is what she is, dammit, but this...she just needed something different. So she packed, like she was going on a long hunting trip. One bag full of supplies: food, clothes, toiletries, whatever she might need since she had no idea what world she might end up in. Another bag full of weapons, the journal she'd started since coming back, holy water, salt, supplies for traps and the like, and even a couple books she'd picked up from the Letters' dudes' library.
And finally she was using her key and heading back to the hotel. Once there, Jo stood in the hallway for a long moment, looking back at the door leading to her world. She could still feel a slight pull, and that relaxed her somewhat. It meant that maybe she could come back someday, if she didn't find what she was looking for. After letting out a slow, even breath, Jo turned and headed down the hall. She walked for several minutes without any particular destination in mind - she probably should have talked to someone, made some friends, found a place out there. But it was too late now. Shaking her head at herself, the blonde finally stopped in front of a random door, then headed on through.
She emerged in a house that...well, it looked like it'd been through hell. Stepping slowly into a room that looked like that of a Star Wars geek, Jo glanced uneasily around at the way it was completely trashed, then drew her gun just to be on the safe side. Moving slowly and silently towards the door, she stepped into a hallway, then made her way eventually outside. The neighborhood seemed, well, abandoned to say the least. Cars full of broken windows were all over, there was trash and belongings, and there seemed to just be a sense of...emptiness.
"...Black Rock," she murmured under her breath, suddenly reminded of the town she and her mom had been caught up in when freaking War himself had caused everyone to think everyone else was a demon. Refraining from shuddering, she hefted her bags and started to walk slowly even as dark eyes scanned everything. As she turned the corner several minutes later, she noticed a decrepit looking person on their knees, huddled over something. Jo hesitated for a moment, then took a step forward and called out.
"Hey! Hey, buddy! What the hell happe-" Her own words were choked off in surprise as her voice caused the figure to turn, and she saw....well, a corpse, pretty much. One look in its eyes told her there was no one left inside, even as the guy staggered to his feet and started towards her, making strange sounds in the back of its throat.
"Okay. I landed in zombie world. Huh." And she lifted her gun, shooting him directly between his eyes. As he fell to the ground, now inanimate, she realized just how loudly the gunshot had echoed, and glanced around uneasily. Yeah, it was time to get out of there.