Worse. That's their situation. Or more eloquently, things were getting worse. It started understandably at first: the usual ways towards the Brooklyn bridge was getting blocked. he knew this well enough. But as the car continued to drive around, stopping and than going, Donny noticed that it seemed that every path was blocked. That they were trapped. Donny kept his spirit up by thinking that it was just a matter of time; a matter of time before they got their break, that they'd meet someone or a group that would help them out. Anything.

What came instead was dread. Things were getting worse.

The car came to a halt longer than usual. Curious, Donny leaned out of the car to see what was up. [b]"Holy..."[/b] There it was. What he feared most; the horde. He had always imagined what it'd look like; thousands upon thousands of undead coming towards him in a mass of rotted flesh and teeth. And though this description matched well with what he saw, he still scared out of his mind. They came en masses, pushing against each other and coming in faster than they would in smaller groups. Strange how fearsome they were working together; maybe the surviving humans could learn a thing or two from them. But no matter, now wasn't the time to think about the lesson this was going to teach; they all needed to book it. Because they couldn't very well drive back since they were now trapped between two hordes, and the car wouldn't surviving plowing through the entire mob. [b]"Feats don't fail me now!"[/b]

Donny was one of the first to get out of the car. He didn't really have any idea where he was going, but anywhere was better than here. He ran into only one Ghoul that managed to get the jump on him, but his attempts to bite him was met with failure thanks to Donny's armored plates. He stabbed the ghoul with his spear but didn't bother to try to pry it out; he just snapped the handle off and used it to bat away more ghouls as he made his mad dash away from the horde.