Michelle rolls her golden eyes. "Please. If I thought a few stories about what the underworld is like could impact my profits, I'd have stopped you going down there. If anything, the fear of hell could be good for business. People like distractions."
"I see," you say. "So me telling stories about my descent into hell is part of your marketing strategy?"
The zombie shrugs. "It could be," she says. "Tell a few people, and we can start monitoring sales." She looks around at the windows, which sunlight is streaming through, then looks back at you. "Let's eat outside," she says. "It's a nice day."
The pair of you head along a corridor, making for the main entrance. There are doors lining the hallway, and as you pass by one of them, you hear a pair of voices in murmured conversation.
You stop, glancing at Michelle, who shrugs.