Re: Hotel -> Lost: Jules & Kitane
[Kitane wasn't Mission Impossible stealth - stealth wasn't even a word that could be associated with her in the dimmest sort of way, but she tried to be quiet and not step on every single branch between the beach and the camp. If the camp didn't have weapons, deeper in the forest would and as long as she could pick up something to protect herself with, it was good. She squeezed Jules' hand as she peered around the tree, but nope, no zombies, no nothing but the tent.]
No. No, I don't think that's good. [It wasn't bad that it was abandoned per se, but the lack of people and the plane crash were definitely making all the little hairs on her body stand up like something was badly, direly wrong. People at some point had been here; the little camp didn't just make itself but whoever made it was long gone.
All possible future visits to this door were going into the 'no go' column of things to do. She stepped into the clearing, looked around for either zombies or people, but nothing was there. Nothing at all. She grabbed both branches that had been holding up the tarp and handed one to Jules.] Let's find the door and get out of here. I don't like it. [Of course, now that she had a weapon, it was a choice between keeping Jules hand and taking up the bag she had discarded earlier. Decisions, decisions, bad, sucky, awful decisions that she didn't want to make.] This place gives me the jeepies. The creepy jeepies. Do you think we should leave the bags here?
[She glanced at the line of trees around the camp. Chokeholds and running away weren't things she knew, but surviving? She'd grown up along and on the streets. Now that she wasn't being grabbed by sea weed -] We need to see if we can find a knife. If we can't find a knife, we'll have to stop somewhere and make a fire. It'd be better if we had a knife though. No bangs or booms. [A slight shudder. Both of those things were to be run from, not towards.]