Damien looked down the hall when he noticed something move. It was just a woman in what looked like a hoodie, a leather shirt and hooker boots. So, what the hell was a hooker doing in school… besides the obvious? He watched as this woman approached Naomie and he looked down at her. Quirking an eyebrow he asked. “And who in the undead gods name are you? You are no student, that’s for damn sure. You look more like a druggie, but you got your looks to remain intact, cupcake.” He did not seem to be bothered by her presence, but Abel was taking too damn long.  He tapped the door. “C’mon you shit stained jackass!” He sighed. “Forget this. C’mon Cupcakes were leaving his ass. He can find us later.” He began to walk down the hall, stepping on dead bodies with bloodied socks like he did not give a damn. If Rachel had made any remark, he would not respond to her, yet.<br/><br/>He made it all the way to the end of the hall were Rachel had come from and put his hand on the guest room door handle, turned it and pushed the door in. The large room was a 50 ft by 50 foot square, with a good 12 feet tall for ceiling height. The entrance was a bit of a hall but had a open closet to the left and right, 6 feet in width an 7 feet in height. The main room had an open floor plan with 4 bunks with no sheets on the mattresses that were pressed on the sides against the wall. The beds were straight ahead. To the right was a door for the full bathroom, with a bath tub, shower, and 2 sinks and of course a toilet. To the left was a bit of a full kitchen with an oven, stove, microwave, fridge and freezer. Not to mention cupboard and cabinets, a good sized counter and a double sink. To the right, between the beads and bathroom door was a large dresser and desk.<br/><br/>He moved to the side. “We are gonna use this room, it’ll fit all of us. Better to stay in a group.” He took a glance at the beds. No sheets. Looks like he’ll have to go back to his dorm and get his stuff from his bed. Well, get his stuff in general. “Hey, Naomie, mind if I leave the rescuing the nurse, Sarah to you? I am by no means a hero. Sides, from the looks of it I need to get my bedding from my dorm and pack. I’ll take the cupcake with me.” He was referring to Rachel. “Sides, leave your bag in the room. We’ll all come back here when we are all rescued and ready. Plus, you more armed then me. You can fight easier.” He stated as a plan. Knowing she could take care of the undead much easier and faster. She was a logical choice. “Slice ‘em up, little princess.”