Dimitri's ears perked a bit at a sound nearby, 'Just more of those rotting bastards...' he thought bitterly as he slumped a bit. However, as he continued listening , Dimitri started to make out bits and pieces of talking, something that last time he checked, the dead couldn't do. "Nah, it couldn't be..." Dimitri muttered as he got up, wincing a bit as his still aching legs offered a bit of complaint. Dimitri cautiously peered over the fence, mentally thanking the cosmos that he was tall enough not to have to stretch to see. Sure enough, there was a small group of people two houses over, "Holy shit...". Dimitri was over the gate with his duffel bag, Valentine, and crowbar in tow before his brain fully registered his actions, "H-hey! Over here!" he half yelled as he stumbled to the group, his legs still a bit shaky from the long distance sprint he'd preformed earlier. Part of Dimitri knew that this probably wasn't his best idea, but he could care less, he'd be damned if he had to continue watching his own ass to make sure nothing was chewing on it.