Dante noticed the door was opened, and he didn't need a second thought to know that he needed to get the fuck out of the car. Noticing that his hands were still cuffed behind his back, the convict sighed and muttered<strong>Fuck..."</strong>Hurling himself out of the car, he rolled on the ground. Noticing the zombies getting closer by the second he quickly rolled himself into a position where he could get to his feet. Afterwards, Dante took off like a bat out of hell and yelled out<strong>"Fuck this! Uncuff me dammit!"</strong>Despite this, he bolted towards the motel. The lack of being able to utilize his arms, made the young man's run very awkward as he stumbled around quickly and muttered to himself<strong>"Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!</strong><br/><br/>Not bothering to look over his shoulder, he flung himself against the door repeatedly once he reached it he noticed the lady cop had managed to reach it before them. Yelling in her direction,<strong>"Hey Lady! Keep it open!"</strong>A second later he dived through the door and landed face flat. Looking up over his shoulder, he tried to struggle against the cuffs and said<strong>"You've got the keys for these? Get me the hell out of these, you see all those...scumfucks out there! What the fuck is going on?!? Fuck!"</strong>He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this panicked. Locked in a cage, and having to fight everyday for his life? That wasn't a problem. Whatever the fuck these things were, and the notion that they existed only to tear people apart? As far as Dante could tell, that was grounds for fucking hysteria. However he tried to hold onto logic, first thing first was to get out of these cuffs and to turn this place to a fucking fortress.<br/><br/>Looking over in Jake's direction, he narrowed his eyes a little and said<strong>"You! Meathead! How many ways into this shithole are there? Since I doubt these things could go through walls, windows and doors that could lead into this room? They need to be fucking barricaded!"</strong>He had no idea who worked here, who was staying here or what. Right now? The most sound thing to do would be to keep those things out and work out a plan from there, it never struck Dante weird that he was wearing the orange prison issued jumpsuit. That? Was just an oversight on his part.<br/><br/><br/>Meanwhile outside, the dead were pouring in from several different directions closing in on the motel. The noise, and the lights? It was like an invite to them and in their horribly damaged brains? All that mattered was consuming every living thing inside the building.