Damien stayed still and silent as he watched the young woman dash forward and start doing what she did best. As always, he was still amazed at her technique and elegance. It was both beautiful and deadly and so perfect. She was definitely a master as far as he was concerned. For a moment, a thought flashed through his head. What if this outbreak never occurred? Would he have never met Naomie? Would he never had met Walter or ever seen Bella again? Such questions he could never answer. Really, the future is a bunch of roads that can be taken, but only one can be taken and that is based on the choice we make at the time. Well, one thing he could safely say is he was happy the outbreak happened. The freedom of chaos was just wonderful…<br/><br/>The sound of metal resonating off the dry wall made wall kind of pulled him from his thoughts. Seeing Naomie down the hall a bit, but there was still crying in that one room and the zombies were paying Naomie no mind. The crying was too constant… There just had to be a catch, huh? Naomie’s tactic of distraction would not work. Damien ten stepped into the door way and held out his weapon in a horizontal fashion and both hands firmly on the pole. He then rushed forward, using the pole as a barrier and did his best to push the remaining zombies back. He was right next to the door now. “Hey kid! Keep it down, if you keep crying, we can’t get you out!” These fuckers were too attracted to the kids crying, but Damien remained adamant and just kept knocking back. They were slow and sluggish, so he had time to watch his sides, back… and feet.