[ For the very first time in her entire life, Trucy Wright is questioning her life choices. Why had she agreed to accompany Nahyuta for this particular task? She can't quite remember at the moment, because there are literal zombies everywhere. She did not sign up for zombies.

She did not sign up for zombies.

There's a book clutched in her arms, pressed tightly to her chest as her eyes dart around at the undead, and she can feel her left eye give the tiniest of twitches. Nahyuta has managed to dodge a lunging zombie, and he does not at all seem concerned with the fact that these things want to rip the skin from his face.

It's only when he begins to speak does she finally remember why she's doing this: he's Apollo's friend -- family? She's not sure how they really consider one another, but that doesn't matter right now. He's close to Apollo, and that automatically made them friends clearly, despite a certain trial.

Hey! Prosecutor Sahdmadhi, can we just-- you know what? Let me help you give them their last rites--

[ As scary as zombies are, she pulls herself together and lifts the book up, slamming it down onto a completely different walking corpse who, while the good Prosecutor is speaking, has been attempting to come up behind him. ]

--how about instead of using words, we use actions and get out of here?!