Dimitri's eyes snapped open as the rather unpleasant sound of hissing filled the car he was in. He'd fallen asleep, Dimitri figured that his lack of sleep within the last 24 hours paired with the stress of the day prior had left him more exhausted than he'd originally thought. That wasn't the problem though, the problem was the two feet of audibly distressed snake coiled up in the duffel bag. Dimitri quickly scooped up his crow bar and looked around nervously, having learned not too long after the out break that the scent of the undead drove Valentine crazy, on the one hand, it made the little serpent and excellent early warning system, on the other, it now meant that Dimitri had company. "Shit...shit shit shit shit!" Dimitri growled out as he made out a few shuffling silhouettes in the rear view mirror of the car he was in. There were far too many to take on alone, that is unless one was determined to die, something Dimitri had made a point of NOT doing. The man muttered another string of curses for whatever twisted deity thought this to be amusing and scooped up his duffel bag. Before his brain could register much else, Dimitri was running as fast as his legs could take him. It didn't matter were he went at this point, so long as it was away from the living dead.