Several hours pass, it is 9:17 A.M in the morning.<br/>Weather: Sunny and clear<br/>Extra conditions: All the zombies outside are immoblie and completely froze, buried in 3.5 feet of snow.<br/>Magers hall conditions: All clear no zombies or specials.<br/>Central building and three other dorns are still filled with zombies and a few specials to be determined.<br/><br/>Damien had slept very well, but soon woke up. His eyes fluttering so that he could try and see. Groaning, he forced his eyes partly open. He shifted in the blankets, the pain on hsi stomach was gone, but only because he was not oving it. He moved his right hand and put it over his face. Bloody hell he was tired. Yet, the first thoughts were of last nights events and Bella. Hell, now he was feeling kind of guilty for getting on her case. "Dammit..." He muttered and slowly begun to sit up.<br/><br/>the pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt piercing the very heaven. He gasped and swore heavily in his mind, but he soon forced himself to sit up. If anything he had will power... He slowly moved though, so it would not cause any unnessacary complications. He soon moved and looked around, seeing who was awake and who wasn't.