Zombies Net

Is anyone out there? We need help!

[Trevor]
Shit, Trevor... Harvey is here. I can't do this okay? I can't fake him out!

Someone explain to me why there are majorly outdated clothes scattered around my room. The stench of burgers and fries is killing whatever hope I had for this place.

I've been watching this whole thing unfold and are these really just your choices when someone puts a gun to your head? What's Mr. Roman's end game here? I'm a little less inclined to believe all the BS he's putting up on the network.

[ THE COUNCIL ]
No chance we can get Dick to settle? Look, the supernatural is a blindspot for me but we gotta give him a better offer to get him to stop."Above negotiations" my ass.

I can't decide if holing up in a prison is the best idea I've ever heard, or the worst.

But it beats being out there on my own. Especially since I got separated from Maggie. Any chance you guys can take me in? I'll pull my weight.

Finally, reception. I like it. I was beginning to lose faith on the rumors. The names' Harvey Specter and I've got a few questions.

First: Where do I find parking for a Tesla Sport in the apocalypse? I'd like to avoid scratches if possible. Oh, location of a tailor - too. If you've got to be sharp to survive, you might as well look sharp.

Second: I'm looking for my secretary, Donna Paulsen from New York. Fiesty red head. If you've met her, then you'll know exactly who I'm talking about.

Third: I need to know if my associate Mike Ross has been in Everett. Or by extension anyone from the firm Pearson-Hardman.

And, finally: this is when you ask me what I can do for you.