[center][color=47ff85][h2]Cara Bryant[/h2][/color][/center]

The two had made the right choice by going to the top floor, or at least Cara could hope. The stench of mold still hung around, and rain leaked through the ceiling in steady trickles, but most of the water ran down the stairs. This was the closest to a comfortable shelter they'd find. Now to check that it was also a safe one.

Slowly, she approached the nearest door. She reached for her medical kit, in case the sharp tools were needed for defense. The opposite of their usual purpose, but there was no telling who, or what, the two may run into in the room. The younger woman, however, motioned to her to stay back. Before Cara could offer to go first, the girl took the plunge and marched inside, gun in hand as she peered through the darkness.

Cara followed, exhaling in relief as she scanned the surroundings. The earlier eyesight boost hadn't completely faded, and it quickly became clear this room held no threats. Just basic, bare furniture, which thankfully hadn't rotted away or fallen apart. She headed to the beds, checking them over and pressing down on them to test their sturdiness. Damp and worn as they were, they'd be usable, and a bed of any kind was a luxury.

Looking over her shoulder as the other woman - Jane - spoke, Cara nodded. Her lips even twitched at the joke. [color=47ff85]"Sounds good,"[/color] she replied, sitting down on the bed without the pillow. [color=47ff85]"You take the pillow - for sleeping, that is, not for fighting. And I'm Cara."[/color] She kept her voice low. They were the only occupants of the room, but not necessarily of the hotel.