[It's difficult to navigate the narrow space side by side, but with Caleb to lean on, Caitlyn makes it to the door. It takes a moment of fumbling with the knob for her to realize that her fingertips are slick with blood. She swipes her hand over her skirt to clean the blood off, and tries again.
The door rattles.
The owner did, it appears, think to lock up their supplies.]
Shit.
[She's injured and Caleb's afraid of confined spaces and they're stuck. This is not an ideal situation.
In the dim light, it's hard to make out details, but her eyes scan the door.]
The hinges. [Thankfully they're on the inside.] Perhaps we can break them. [There may be other ways to break through a locked door, but given the state of them, she's not sure anything like ramming it with a shoulder will work.]
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The door rattles.
The owner did, it appears, think to lock up their supplies.]
Shit.
[She's injured and Caleb's afraid of confined spaces and they're stuck. This is not an ideal situation.
In the dim light, it's hard to make out details, but her eyes scan the door.]
The hinges. [Thankfully they're on the inside.] Perhaps we can break them. [There may be other ways to break through a locked door, but given the state of them, she's not sure anything like ramming it with a shoulder will work.]