"mr. shultz are you alright?" Sarah asked noticing Damian sitting slumped on the bed. She was perhaps a little worried about the blood coated young man. As a nurse she couldn't help herself from feeling some concern. She slowly stood and walked towards him feeling the need to take care of whatever she could.<br/><br/>Naomie on the hand remained standing with the katana still in hand. She had her eyes closed as she leaned against the wall "mou......" she muttered quietly as she inhaled a breath of the air. she didn't quite like how she couldn't escape that sweet copper flavor that permiated when she was slashing through zombies the air around her permiated with that flavor the flavor of blood. She was able to suppress her blood thirsty impulses by reminding herself that these people could be useful to her survival. she wasn't going to give it her all to see to it that they survived unless she was sure they would help her as well.