Donny didn't hear Gale's question. The moment his mother was put to the ground, Donny ran into the house faster than he ever did before. He even he knocked over the dinning table, chairs, and a glass display case, he ran down stairs and into his room, closing the door behind him. He just fell onto the bed, curled up with his arms around his head and his face covering his eyes. He wanted to dig them out; to claw out the image of his undead mother. The woman who raised and loved him, who gave him back massages when he was hurt and guided him through his life. He didn't even get to know how she turned. She was just like that when he found her. Like it would have been too late to save her.<br/><br/>Donny just stayed curled up there. He didn't think about his mother, or Gale, or anything really. He just curled up on his bed, waiting for him to wake up. Thinking that the next time he opened his eyes, he'd find himself in bed, awake from a very strange nightmare. The image of Matt flashed before his eyes, but instead of Matt's head, it was his other mother, with a caved in skull and grey matter splattered over the ground. Donny began to push his fingers into his eye sockets...