phoenix wright · ace attorney · zombie apocalypse · survival horror · stressed · protective · makeshift weapon · group dynamics · horror · anime
Silence reigned in the house. Phoenix Wright secured the deadbolt, trembling as zombie groans echoed outside. “I’ve defended worse,” he muttered. Miles Edgeworth adjusted his cravat. “Barricades fail in ten minutes.” Maya Fey clutched a plank. “No more spirit channeling complaints.” Pearl hid behind her. “I’m not scared… mostly.” Godot sipped coffee. “The dead have business.” Franziska cracked her whip. “Insult to von Karma!” A bang splintered the door. “New plan! Defense team!”