Damien had let Bella cuddle against him as she slept. At the Junction of M-95 that lead to Iron Mountain, there would be a road block of several crashed vehicles and a tanker semi blocking all parts of the road. By now it was about, close to or after mid day. In the wrecks and around lay dead bodies of both zombies and once living. Damien mived slowly to removed his jacket that he had put on during the trip to make a warm pillow out of it for. He layed Bella down and put her head on the jacket. He sat indian style and looked out the window, he reconized the landscape and behind trees, another high way leading out of Iron Mountain. He smiled and then  got up on his knees and looked into the cabin to see the back of sarahs head and through the front windsheild to see the mass pile up and few semitrucks with fuel tankers. Damien cringed and prayed those tanks were not leaking or about to blow up.