In the moment Donny 'recovered', if that was the correct word to use, Gale didn't think too hard about the consequences of him founding out that someone else killed his mother before he was in the right frame of mind.<br/><br/>She followed him up the stairs of his room, nervously looking at the female police officer collapsed onto a single-seat sofa. Her shotgun was resting on the side table beside her, though one of her hands lay on the rifle butt. If she didn't so tired, she would have been ready in a moment's notice to shoot the living dead.<br/><br/>"Hey," wheezed the police officer. She waved her other hand lazily before reclining a bit more.<br/><br/>Gale tugged on Donny's shirt just as he was about to exit the living room. Her other hand unzipped the gun bag, drawing out her Desert Eagle.<br/><br/>"Uh... that officer, she... uh..." Gale looked at the officer pleadingly. She just hoped that the officer could break the message lightly. On that notes, she also hoped that the officer could shit rainbows, purify the dead and bring them all to safety on the wings of angels.<br/><br/>Yeah, some things weren't going to happen.<br/><br/>The woman smiled, the best she could muster. The best smile one could muster when one smashed in the head of a zombie teenage boy wasn't the best of sorts, but she tried anyway.<br/><br/>"I'm... Constable Lily Sim. My patrol car crashed and I lost contact with my squad. Don't worry, the evacuation centre isn't in bad enough shape that<span style="font-style: italic">we</span>are bailing out."<br/><br/>"Gale Knight," said Gale. Her eyes darted around the room, though she tried to keep some attention on Donny. Even though the zombies didn't harm her, she still felt uneasy around them.