Gale sighed and closed her eyes. Her imagination of what was going on behind the screams were bad enough; seeing whatever was really happening would be worse. And then there was the smell.<br/><br/>Not the smell of the zombies. A strange smell. The wound down windows wafted in a strange scent into her nose. She wasn't breathing that much, but she could smell it all the same. The smell was alien to her, yet she felt a strange magnetism towards it. If the Hummer wasn't moving at such a ridiculous speed, she'd have gotten out and investigated the smell.<br/><br/>With her eyes closed, she still heard Donny's hands clicking through the heater systems for the Hummer, though it didn't seem to have any real effect on the temperature she was feeling. Come to think of it, the air felt strangely comfortable to her ever since she woke up. It was neither warm nor cold, which made sense to a walking corpse.<br/><br/>Gale couldn't fathom why Donny was trying to warm the place up though. Was he trying to experience some heat, as if it was some sort proof of his own humanity to himself?<br/><br/>"It won't be who we are, but what we do, from now on," Gale mumbled. "It's the people who are the true monsters when the times end. Like the Governor..." Her voice trailed off when the alien scent faded from the air. The neighbourhood that Donny drove into with a bit more assurance in his face had much less of this weird smell, though perhaps the smell of the dead masked its odors.<br/><br/>Gale hopped out of the Hummer right after Donny, looking at the front of the car bumper. With the horrible smell of zombie blood, gore and a still snapping zombie head that somehow stuck onto the front, she regretted it immediately and gagged. The head belonged to a kid too, a young boy by the looks of it.<br/><br/>"Oh... god." She looked away and followed Donny. Trying not to think about it was easier than she thought, especially when a zombie lady appeared behind the door of Donny's house.<br/><br/>Donny's anguished cries confirmed Gale's suspicions quickly enough. As his zombie mother lunged at Donny, Gale leapt and grabbed Donny's mother, covering her eyes and mouth with both her hands.<br/><br/>She slowly lowered Donny's mother to her knees. The zombie woman, without stimuli or vision, held still, moaning and groaning quietly.<br/><br/>"Donny..."<br/><br/>Gale forced out her words slowly. There was a fear in her, a fear that Donny might try to kill her for 'assaulting' his mother, or what was left of her.<br/><br/>"What... do... you... want... to... do...?"