Drake: *covered in zombie blood and all his weapons are empty and his sword is blood splattered its obvious he fought off an entire hoard single handedly
Kat: -laughs then looks at Drake- Well I guess I'll just leave him there till he wakes up. Or is feeling ready to get up. Get some rest Jack. -opens window and climbs to roof-
Drake: ~a random amount of tune later Drake stands up and wipes the vomit off him and is about to leave~
Kat: -lays down on one of the beds, starts falling asleep, then wakes up with a scream- AH! -breathes heavily-
Drake: um thanks for taking me in for awhile now I need to go back to my safe house and get proper medicinal care