Damien just stoof there.There was really no order anymore, not for anyone unless there was marshal law or something. That glint in her eye, that blood thristy smile. Was this who Naomie really was? "I... dunno... I have not really stopped to feel anything. Not from thinking of what to do next, the planning an escape... or from thinking about you and unfortunately... How much I'd love to keep Walter behind...but, Sarah seems to be quite fond of him. So, I can't tear a womans heart apart like that. Not like I'd say that to the two of them." He said and swung his pole at a slowly approaching zombie. Getting it right through the eye and into it's brain. That glint of chaos in his eyes as he pulled the staff from the fallen zombies skull.