Damien was already up. He opened the door to the bathroom doming out. She was shirtless and all he had on was a pair of black jogging shorts. He had the bandages off him and his wound healed nicely. It left four long light colored scars where he was slashed from the upper left to lower right side. He cracked his neck as he stepped out. He sure slept well and now he was able to move with no pain. Getting past zombies would not slow them down. He looked over to the only window after stretching and saw Naomie. He smiled gently and walked over to her and came beside her. “Looks like the numbers increased a bit and the snow is less than an inch… Impressive on how it’s melting so fast… Oh, thanks for yesterday.” He looked out and noticed a large, fat, slow moving, large boil covered zombie… Great, a boomer he thought. “Looks like some new special cases showed up too. This’ll be hell on our escape run…” Now he was sure, their world was now long dead.