This is bad enough as it is, don't make me think about a possible zombie apocalypse, Trucy. (it's not a monday or thursday, he thinks. and really, those are the only days an apocalypse would most like happen on. it sure as fuck wouldn't be a friday or the weekend.

he will also handle the "i love you"s later, but he is... just a tad pink in the cheeks. there are certain things he's not used to hearing, and having so many people ripped from his life, "i love you" is near the top of the list.

at her request to stop, and even turn around trucy what are you doing they need to get the fuck out--

he could almost laugh at how pathetic the zombies are being. truly, it's a sight and even apollo knows he has his shit together more than these dead losers. which doesn't say much, but he takes whatever win he can get. it's when the top half of the zombie from before starts dragging his dead self towards them, reaching out, and apollo swears he heard something about brains.

he pales considerably again, as trucy tries to tug him away, and he obliges, almost scuffing his way around.) We're never coming back here again. Ever.