Dante looked upwards at Jackson and said,<strong>"Fine...whatever. I'm not going to kill anyone here. So get me the hell out of these cuffs..."</strong>Looking around the room some, Dante's brain was racing on possibilities concerning their situation. Above all else, he knew that this motel? Wasn't the kind of place to make a stand for long. Closing his eyes for a minute, he looked back in the direction of the Asian girl and listened to her as she spoke. After waiting for her to finish, he shrugged and said<strong>"First off? I'm not a cop, and even I know there won't be any backup or rescue. I don't know if you have been downtown...but it is World War III down there. There aren't enough cops to deal with this thing, and as for a burger joint? Do you really have a plan on getting through those damned biters out there?"</strong><br/><br/>He could be cross, Dante was aware of this but he never said anything out of maliciousness. Somebody had to be the brutally honest type, and that was him in a nutshell. It took a moment for the realization that he was breathing much more quickly than usual to kick in, Dante would never admit it. Currently though, he was terrified. He didn't truly know what he was dealing with, and this was a new experience for the convict. Still he had to put on a strong front, panicking and losing self control? That wouldn't help anyone survive through the night.<br/><br/>Outside, the zombies and their moans and guttural growls could be heard filling the air. The dead, had reached the building and their numbers rose steadily. They would throw themselves against doors, windows. It didn't matter, the only thing on their minds was feeding. Where only a few minutes prior there had been a little over a dozen of the dead coming from the woods, now the number was more substantial. Twisted, and mauled bodies lurched towards the building while the more aggressive and fresher ones were assaulting the building without tire.