Within a minute, Damien had added to the body count Naomie had made. He was still upset, but his body had gone through a long day, the fighting and emotions all but drained him. He retreated back past the door and closed it. Thank god for heavy wood and no window in the door he just closed. It seperated the dorms bottom floor and the central building. He ran upstairs and to the guest room. He opened and closed the door behind him. Locking it, deadbolting and te chain stop on it too. Making a heavy sigh, he dropped his weapon were he stood. It made little sound hitting the carpeting. He himself had quite a bit of blood on him. Suggesting he was pretty brutal to the corspes of the undead. He went to his unmade bed and sat on the bed side He hunched over and put his hand on his forhead, closing his eyes..