Dante paced around a little after he was uncuffed, rubbing his hands over his wrists for a moment as he looked out towards the window. Thinking about the area, an idea dawned on Dante. It wasn't fully developed, but it was a place. One that could prove the difference between life and death, blurting out loudly he said<strong>"Bus! There is a bus yard like two blocks from here, I remember noticing on the way here...We can't stay here but that? Would be the best bet for getting to somewhere."</strong>Looking outwards at the door, as the walkers banged on it repeatedly. Dante bit his lip a little and said<strong>"The main issue is getting through those...I don't know how many there are."</strong>It seemed like every time he looked outside? There were more of them there, just waiting for one of the meals inside to make a slip up. Walking around the lounge, he decided he would feel better with some kind of weapon. Eventually he walked past everyone and made his way into a back room, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his fist he smashed the glass to the Fire Axe and grabbed hold of it.<br/><br/>Walking back out into the room, Dante slung the axe over his shoulder although it offered very little comfort. This did him next to no good against the horde outside, looking back at everyone he said<strong>"I know you're all thinking it. I'm a convict, yeah. Shit happens, oh well. You don't have to worry about me doing anything to any of you all unless you present a danger to my person. It is us, vs them. We need to try to keep some level of fucking composure and figure out what we're going to do. Can someone please turn on the news so we can figure out what is going on currently?"</strong>This was also said in part to drown out the noise of the moans and wailing outside, it was starting to grate Dante's nerves and it was very unsettling.