“I don’t know,” Rebecca said to Nina as she investigated the “strange stuff,” “but don’t get so close to it-” She didn’t get to finish telling her about how dangerous and straight up gross she thought that would be before her advice was disregarded and the body rose off the ground and started attacking her friend. Dexter saw it fit to use Ember on the abomination, and she was thankful that at least someone was sensible enough to look at that thing and immediately decide the best course of action is to [i]kill it with fire[/i]. Again. She wasn’t really sure how the terminology for this sort of thing should go, and she didn’t really care at the moment.

	“Oh,” The Ralts said indignantly, her blue eyes glowing faintly beneath her hair, “[i]Of course[/i] it has to be zombies. And not even the dumb regular kind of zombies, it has to be the kind that’s actually creepy. But you know what? It’s always zombies, I’m still sick of zombies, and I am going to be a rotting corpse myself before I let one ruin my day!” She concluded her rant by using Confusion, picking up the reanimated buneary and slamming it into the ground before throwing it a short distance away from Nina. It was situations like this where Rebecca was very glad that she was a psychic.