Nodding, Donnie starts along, staying close to the building they just exited, keeping an eye out for movement even as he gauges the distance to the next place they can use as cover.

It's weird and creepy as to just how alien a place he's become so used to can look with just a touch of fog and that eeriness of knowing there's things lurking about. At least this time he's not wandering alone, a small enough comfort.

The empty streets hardly make it easier to get to the mines. There's still more than enough of a distance spanning between where they are now and where they need to be, which is still way too much area and potential for more run-ins so far as Donnie is concerned.