Damien watched as all of the others went to the back of the truck and changed/put on bit warmer clothes… wait a second… Was Naomie wearing a skirt and thigh high panty hose? He just blinked. Jesus… Either she really is hot… or something else. Regardless, it would be about a 20 minute walk till they could get the right equipment for the conditions. Iron Mountain was pretty much full of hills, but once they got over the lump, they would be able to see for a decent distance. He hoped the conditions were good and that maybe a decent vehicle was just abandoned, not wrecked… only if conditions were good…. Then again, this was Iron Mountain, most of the roads were cracked, chunks missing and not exactly level. He was not even thinking what it might be like in town if anyone survived. They might not be as sane as this group was.<br/><br/>Damien turned and walked over to the truck to just change his shoes to the boots he used when he went to his father’s camp. As much as he disliked his parents, they were family so… he did help at the camp and such. He climbed into the back and crawled on the bed of the truck and rummaged through his stuff, moving others aside. Then he spotted his hunting boots (http://www.thesportinglodge.co.uk/shop/images/products/aigleparcoursrealtree.jpg). They were camo colored and rubber; there were grips on the bottom so it would help in such conditions. He grabbed the boots, turned to sit down, took off his shoes and slid on the boots, putting the bottom of his leather pants leg over the boot leg.<br/><br/>After he got his boots on he remembered something. The Witch back at the University had slashed his chest… with bloody claws. Surely, if this outbreak was due to a virus or if the media held true. Then a scratch would lead to infection… but it was over 24 hours and he was not a zombie. Then he also did Naomie a day after that… and she was not a zombie. There was kissing and bodily fluids…saliva… So, so far, they were immune. Safe to say after this long, but what about the rest of the group? Isabella, Sarah and Walter… Were they immu- The sound of a car starting broke him free from his thoughts. “The hell..?” He quickly grabbed the pole he was using as a weapon and scrabbled out of the truck. As soon as he was out, he closed the tail gate and window locking them, then went to the driver’s side, took the keys out of the ignition and locked up the vehicle.<br/><br/>He put the keys in his pants pocket and went to the wreckage, but went around the right side and jumped into the snow/slush filled ditch. Thankfully it was only mere inches deep, but he climbed up out of the ditch to see Bella over at a little car, talking to Walter, who had hotwired it. Oh, good gravy… He sighed and then looked around. Quite a few wrecked cars in the H shaped laned intersection. He looked over to the small lump that had the road go into town that would be to the left of the way they came in and curved up to the right. Then, to the right of the intersection… That was more flat and one could see moderately far. No zombies, but the roads looked like they were not even plowed… not for more than a day. In the town, might be different, but there were more dangers then just the road. Regardless, he would let Bella and Walter be. Granted, he was worried about the noise… Sure, snow muffled noice, but so far, besides for them, everything was silent. They were the loudest beings around at this time. Prime targets.<br/><br/>A car engine was worse for noise. If they were moving, they would be fine. If it was mid spring, summer, driving would be fine.However, if they got stuck now and could not open the doors… They would eventually be swarmed and killed by lack of food and water or killed by zombies. Moving cautiously over to Bella and Walter, he looked around to make sure of no walking dead or new infected ambushes. Damien was not familiar with brands of cars so, he didn’t know about the one Walter hotwired, but… Wouldn’t this just barely fit 4? There were 5 of us. As he came closer, he heard Bella; he heard what she was saying and her gestures. He heard. “What if there is more pile ups down this way?" Seeing her arm being gestured down the road. "Then we will still have to walk. Plus that little car is no good and...That sound was really loud just now." She had been talking to him and constantly looking around. "I hope that sound doesn’t bring more zombies." Damien finally came up to the two. “We might be fine for the time being. Zombies are slow… At least the common ones. If we are gonna move, let’s do so now though.” He said, pointing at the curved road were the split lanes came together and curved to the right over a small lump in the earth.