When Gale lowered his gun, Donny slowly knelt down and picked up his bat. He looked at the blood stain on it, wondering just what sort of person he was. Matt had his faults, sure, but why was Donny so at ease with killing him? He tried to justify it in many ways: Matt was dangerous even as a mindless zombie, or that his baseball conditioning just allowed him to take the swing, but in the end the reasons doesn't matter. He didn't care. Donny did what he felt he needed too, and while he suspects that's somehow wrong, there's other things to worry about than that.<br/><br/>After cleaning the blood off the bat with a spare cloth, Donny stuffed it into his bag and turned back towards Gale. He was on the floor, depressed. Donny remembered through passing gossip that Gale's girlfriend had left him; must have been pretty depressing. Donny didn't care for such matters though, but he figured that it was pretty hard on Gale. "Hey, Gale... Come on, we can't give up now. I know that you must be taking this pretty hard, but we got to do something! I don't want to just sit around helpless until someone bothers to remember us. We... We need to do something. We can do it together."<br/><br/>Donny wasn't sure what they could do. They could try to rally some students together and find civilization, but what if they looked like zombies too? Would they get gunned down for looking like the walking dead? Not a great idea.... What they'd need to do is at least find a place to hold out at. Donny walked over to Gale and knelt in front of him. "Let's go Gale. I don't know if this nightmare will ever end, but let's not let our minds work against us."