[b]"Everyone might be a ghoul, but traffic is still going to be killer."[/b]

Donny walked out from the stairwell towards the three who had gathered. One black dude, some white guy with a wrench. and a chick with a nice butt. He didn't let them know that bit. Donny himself was still fully clad from head-to-toe in his armor, his face hidden behind his welding mask. His tomahawk hung from a strap on his belt, and he held his spear with his right hand. He tried not to look hostile or intimidating, but he wasn't trying very hard. [b]"But if you know any small roads and got a small car or got a really big and heavy car, I'm sure you could drive out of the city. Otherwise, I'm sure all of new york has become a parking lot."[/b] Donny should know, he drove here, but had to ditch his car when he can stuck behind a gigantic fifty or so car collision. And that was just as he was passing through Virgina, after he managed to get himself a hummer. He doubt it was any better in the city.

One of the others, Kevin he called himself, mentioned a countdown. Donny didn't have to imagine what that was about; he's played enough of these scenarios before to know that it meant that once the countdown reached zero, it was game over for all of them. What that entailed he didn't know, and he didn't want to be around to find out. [b]"Car will be nice of course, but you might want to get used to walking. And running. And climbing. Name's Yang by the way."[/b] Donny just gave them his last name, not feeling that he knew them well enough to know his first. It was pointless really, but he didn't care; that was his character.