Kat: It's not your fault.. -finishes wrapping and sees theres a cut in his cheek- Hold on. Last one. -dabs it with a big of alcohol.
Drake: *was looking for survivors but got cornered by a huge hoarde and has exhausted all his ammunition so he is skillfully fighting with his sword
Drake: fuck zombies *fights with skill and suddenly his arm is bitten and then he fights hard already feeling himself turning into a zombie
Drake: *barfs his guts out and looks at his arm and realizes the bite didn't peirce his skin* apparently I shouldn't have eaten that Twinkie *stands up*
Drake: *stands up in awful shape and stumbles towards the building Kat's in and weakly knocks on the door the collapses unconscious
Kat: Yeah hold on. -puts on butterfly bandage on his cheek- All done. -looks away and puts things back in first aid kit- ( FLUB!)
Kat: -looks at door- Uh huh. Wait here. Your hurt. -goes to door and opens it slowly, sees Drake- CRAP!!
Kat: -touches the bridge of her nose and closes eyes, sighs- Its this stupid dumb ass.. -takes drake by the shoulders and drags him inside-
Kat: No this guys shot me with a sleeping dart and took off ALL of my clothes to see if I didn't have weapons. -rolls eyes, take out first aid kit again-