Things were going less that well for Dimitri; as it turned out, the sounds of the dead already following him had attracted even more ghouls, making his already less than favorable odds much much worse. After about three blocks of non stop sprinting, Dimitri managed to lose the zombies by veering off of the road and into a neighborhood, stopping to rest only when after climbing a six foot high wooden fence. "Oh...oh man Val, I though we wren't going to make it..." Dimitri wheezed as he set down the duffel back and slumped onto the cool grass. DImitri's lungs burned, his muscles were on fire, and he was pretty sure that he was starting to get more than a bit dehydrated after having little to drink within the past two days save for some red bulls he'd scavenged from the autoshop's vending machine. No time to worry about that now though, Dimitri unzipped his duffel bag a little more to check on Valentine, only to bite down on his lip to stifle a yelp when greeted by a small mouth full of razor sharp teeth clamping down onto his wrist à la Valentine. The python was less than pleased about being jostled around so roughly, and decided to share it's displeasure the only way it knew how.
Dimitri stifled a scream of profanity as he pried the snake off and examined his now bleeding wrist; it was bloody, but looked worse than it really was, even still, Dimitri would need something to disinfect the wound. "You're an asshole Val." Dimitri hissed under his breath as he pushed the snake out of the way to examine the other contents of the bag: A monkey wrench, a few granola and candy bars, a can of red bull, and, bingo!, some sterile wipes and bandages. Dimitri patched himself up quickly, his eyes darting around the yard for any movement besides his or Valentine's. The last thing Dimitri needed now was unwelcome company.
