Jackson really had no idea how long he had been asleep for, only that when his eyes opened up, he was groaning and looking around in confusion for a moment, before  it all ended up coming back to him, and he just leaned his head back with a slight laugh. â€œDragged into a city of zombies by a cute pink haired captain of a pirate ship.â€ He honestly wasnâ€™t sure if that would be a dream or nightmare, but it wasnâ€™t hard to see how it could be mistaken for reality.<br/><br/>Either way, seeing her out of the bed, he looked over and saw her supplies and let out a sigh of relief, thankful she hadnâ€™t just ditched him. Regardless of what his personal thoughts about the woman might be, he knew  he wouldnâ€™t get very far without her since she seemed to know the city, while he had no clue. In her absence, he just set to looking over his thing. Putting another round into his bracer, as well as changing out the cylinder in his pistol, Jackson reached into his back to draw out a small boot knife. He hadnâ€™t thought heâ€™d end up needing it, but at this point heâ€™d rather have it and not need it, rather then vice versa.<br/><br/>Finally, he took out his pouch of needles and lay them out on the floor. There were a total of twelve in the pouch, but unlike before, the antenna on the top of each were now all holding a blue light, which made Jackson smile. â€œAbout time.â€