Damien just chuckled. What an interesting woman she was. Aleather clad beauty with a mouth as bad as she looked. He was packing quite quickly as he got a lot of his clothing already in the duffle. He picked out a shirt and light blue jeans to wear. "Hmm, well, rest easy Rachel." He took a glance over to her. Well, it would be a pain to keep an eye on her. Making sure no zombie got close. Oh well. He shrugged and went into the bathroom with his clothes and got out of his now blood stained pajamas. He got into his white t-shirt and jeans. Trucking the shirt in and putting on his leather studded belt and came out. He went to the duffle and grabbed a pair of socks. He sat at the foot of his bed and put them on, thinking how much of a talker Rachel is not. He just smiled a bit and shrugged it off.<br/><br/>Well, he managed to pack clothes and had enough room to pack things like toothbrush, comb, floss and other little things he had. Christ, he could have this whole room stripped in 20 minutes. He planned to do it too. It would be a pain in the ass, and thinking of what to do would be. Wait, mom and dad. 'Shit, he went to his desk and check it. Nothing... He used the quick dial to get his home number and pressed send. Brining his phone to his ear. "Hello?" A womans voice sounded. "Yeah, mom, are you okay?" Damien said, but he heard pounding... this made his heart sink. "No...These people broke in and ate your father...and...and" Crash, The sound was something falling and he heard his mom scream and then the familiar sound of teeth ripping flesh and the sound of blood splattering. Damiens eyes went wide and his eyes filled with tears. In his mind, he was crying like a child. On the outside, he tired hard to keep himself together. He slowly closed and put his phone in his pocket. Just like that, the only family he had were now dead or undead.<br/><br/>He reached under his bed, took out his big metal chest and wii carrying case and begun to pack everything from his games, TV, book and everything he brought from some electronics equipment and such. He kept his bedding out. After a mere 10 minutes he was done and finished packing everything. Putting his hiking boots on he noticed he had a headache now from holding all his tears and greif back. This made him think it was not just here, but all around the world. He undid all his bedding and picked it up with his pillow and grabbed his computer and wii cases and quickly went to the guest room and picked the last bed on the right and puld his bedding on the matress and cases under the bed, went back and repeated with the metal chest. Despite it being heacy, he handled it well. He went back again, got his duffle and metal pole and brought them back to the guest room. went back and picked up Rachel and the bedding she was laying on and carried her to the end room and placed her on the bed next to his and made her bed with her on it the best he could.<br/><br/>By this time, the nurse and walter would be behind Naomie. Damien had grabbed his pole after checking on Rachel one last time and headed downstairs to were Naomie and them were. He approached Naomie. "Princess, get the man and nurse to the room... I'll take care of these god damn mother fuckers." He spoke with a voice full of anger and sadness. He spun the pole and took over Naomies spot and was surprisingly killing them with speed and power and..pretty good skill at the same time with that weapon of choice.