Damien looked out of the corner of his eye at Naomie. "That maybe true, but it's our kindred nature that seperates us from the beasts outside. Every living creature has instincts... Even us, but we have intellect compared to the beasts outside and animals. Guess that's probably the reason I am putting my life with you people. My human nature of just trusting you. Even though I probably shouldn’t considering when push comes to show. Anyone would just leave me as bait to get eaten while the others fled. That's the fact when human nature is gone and the point for ones survival instincts kick in. It was because I was human that I decided on retrieving Miss Ashford, not because she’s a nurse, but she’s a fellow living being. What monsters are outside are not human anymore. I’ll be honest, at this point… I’m kinda glad this happened. I don’t have to worry about my exs. If their boyfriends are infected, it means they get whats coming to them. Death… If I see the bitches, then I get the honor of bashing their heads legally. No law in this world. It is survival of the fittest.” There was his sadistic side again. He cleared his throat. “Besides, I rather be with weird people like you anyways, better then the monsters outside.” He worded the fact he did not want to be alone. Deep down he was afraid. His family was not really a family to him, he hadn’t known family love or its true meaning and his exs were cheating liars. So, he’d rather see them dead.<br/><br/>He then pointed the girl who was sleeping on the bed he was sitting on the bedside of. “This woman, her name is Rachel. She’s apparently a model and science research subject. That’s all she told me.” He said nothing about her liking to get naked and all. He did not think of her as a slut and chose his words carefully as to not tarnish that outlook. It was as if he was protecting her somehow.<br/><br/>He looked over at Walter out of the corner of his eye. “Don’t bother making any chainmail for me. I won’t need it. I am a distance fighter. Besides, it would be best not to put it over the skin. It’s cold outside and if we have to go out. Metal freezes. Also, the weight will slow me down. I rather fight in something light. Though, could you answer me something? The mechanics building, that’s like a fortress kinda thing right? Heavy garage doors, heavy metal doors and barred windows right? I only been in there once, but I know the woods, metals, machining, construction classes and so on are all there. My truck and medium transport trailer with my motorcycle are there.” He added. He paused but asked. "It's safe to assume that none of 'them' have made it into that building?"