Well, that was enough time wasting. Zombies did not stand around and discuss who or what was making that sound. They just moved and moved hungrily and alerting others of its kind that ‘Hey! Dinner time!’ Damien just moved a few steps away from the car and faced the road they were to travel. They had plenty to do and roughly 5 hours to get everything done and squared away to allow them a safe night. “C’mon, let’s go. Zombies wait for no one and nor should we give them any quarter.” He said, clutching his staff-like weapon in his right hand as he started to move towards the bit of a hill were the road turned to the right and went over the lump.<br/><br/>~15 or so minutes later~<br/><br/>As they continued walking down the road, Damien kept to the right lane and walking between it. Something you’d be nuts to do if the world was the world they once lived in. Still, he stopped and looked over to the left, seeing his old community college (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/5b/BayCollegeWestIronMountainMIUS141US2.jpg/800px-BayCollegeWestIronMountainMIUS141US2.jpg) that he attended before NMU. A slight smile crossed his face before he noticed a few odd things. The parking lot had some turned over police cars and an ambulance… Not only that, then entrance doors were open and kept open by the piles of bodies, zombie and human. Just, something did not feel right to him… “Detour… anyone?”<br/><br/>He then started to walk across the street towards the school, into the ditch and then back up, but would help the others of they needed assistance getting out. It was then he head the zombie’s moan… It was pretty echoey and loud… He turned and faced the school. It was coming from inside… The commons area a floor down was not sound proof and the ceiling was two stories high and you could be on top floor and able to look down at it from over the railing. Not to mention all the metal due to the industrial look.