Phoenix WrightMark Williams
6:00 AM
Outskirts of Williamette, Colorado, Base
Team Out of Bubblegum
The fourth, and final person of the group didn't look up immediately when Teimei spoke, his eyes focused on the few sheets of paper he held in his hands, the 'reports' he had begun to make everyday after the incident, in order to keep track of the steadily deteriorating conditions of himself and his companions. But honestly, there wasn't really anything in these reports that wasn't already obvious to himself and his companions, the food was basically gone, and the moans of zombies were beginning to be audible during the night hours. He tapped the papers in his hand twice with the index and middle fingers of his right hand, an odd habit that he had acquired during his time as a lawyer.
The evidence was perfectly clear.
They needed to leave, the sooner, the better.
Placing the reports back in his briefcase, which held the rest of his evidence, including his sole weapon, an HS 2000, a semi-automatic pistol that had been brought up as a possible murder weapon in his last client's court case. Mark had complete faith that the man was innocent, and would have proven it too, if this zombie situation hadn't suddenly gotten out of hand...
He sighed once, then spoke.
"I agree with Kariya." He stood up, briefcase in hand, "We should head west as soon as possible, there's no point in staying here any longer."