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Dom looked down when Evie hand grabbed his, checking for wounds that weren't there. She quickly released it when she realized the blood wasn't his. Dom clenched his fist and looked at his own knuckles as well before brushing the blood off on his jeans. He tensed his jaw as his foot itched to hit the gas. The engine growled as he revved it impatiently. He could peel out of there in seconds, his charger was a the best ten second car on the street but even it had it's limits. Dom's eyes locked onto the truck in the distance, more survivors.

If they were going to be of any help was still yet to be seen as the precious seconds ticked by while they waited for the man to get off of the roof. Easily no easy feat as he probably had to scale the exterior since the interior was probably crawling with zombies. Dom's hand gripped the steering wheel just like he'd done so many times before a race. He breathed out slowly, trying to calm the lightning in his veins. His gaze flicked up for a second into the rear view mirror and at the teen in the back..

"Hey, you ok man. You hurt?"