Damien did not even react for a moment. Wiothout being seen, he forced the emotions back inside him again, but his voice revealed plenty as he growled. "If I don't kill the bastard, I'm okay...." He just sat were he was, but then responded. "And yell again like that and your bound to make us known again... That's ringing the fucking dinner bell.... but...what do I fcking know..huh?" He said, only loud enough for them to hear and nothing else. Then it started up... Pounding of the zombies on the other side of the door near him. Right now, it was only a handfull.