Donny entered the living room with the intention to start shooting. But it seemed like he wouldn't need too, once he saw his mother's dead-dead body on the ground. "What..." His eyes grew wide and he began to lose grip on his shotgun. He heard voices from Gale and the other woman, but he didn't register them. All he could do was look at his mothers corpse, dead on the ground. It didn't feel right. She shouldn't have died like this... Donny couldn't even feel angry anymore. He just... Lost the will to care.<br/><br/>Loosely holding the gun in his hand, he just turned around and went back to his room. Without much thought he sat at his computer, booted it up, and started to just play on the internet. He wanted to ignore all of this. Like before, maybe if he just spent more time on the internet it'll all turn out to be a messed up dream, brought about by his roleplaying and gaming. He checked all his sites for new updates and eventually started up Skyrim.<br/><br/>He was playing his second run character. A breton vampire who specialized in conjuration and illusions. Currently he was on the Dawnguard quest line working with the Vampires (He wanted the Vampire Lord power). He wasn't sure where he was at when she started, just some bandit camp. Business as usual, so he started sneaking while causing bandits to go into a fury. Once he was spotted he conjured up a bow and let his followers enter melee combat. He had Serana with him, and she resurrected one of the dead bandits. Into a zombie. Donny didn't think too much about it. He did what he had to and started shooting when Serana's zombie ran in front of him, getting killed by his arrow.<br/><br/>"̸̥͓̜̼͆ͮͤ̓̎̔̚͟Ṭ̶͕̼̎̎͠h̞̮̒̇̒ͩ́͝ȧ͓̲̑̊͊̾͛̅̉̋ͅn̴̳̹̗̫̐͌̀̄̇̕͠ḱ͍̜̻̬̑̌̿ͬ͌͊́̚͢ͅ.̧̳̘͈̃̏̂̋͊̀̚̚.̷̬͇̌͗.̝̤̥̪͗̋ͣ́̕͜ ̷̄͏̵̦̪̟̻͓̰͚̠̟Ỹ̪̫̮͉̞̳̠̾͗o̡͈͖͍̠̼̰̙̓ͭŭ̴̜͈̥̤̞̯̠ͧ͒ͩͥͤ͛̅͘.ͪ̓͌̏̀̽̚͏͙̞̬̠̝̤̞̤.̴̭͐ͩ͊ͣ̆̈̃͟.̹͍͖̣̫ͪ̂͘͡͝"̤̊<br/><br/>"Shut up..."