Applejack steadies herself, reaching out and firmly grasping Akujin’s arm to pull him up.

“Y’alright there, sugarcube?”

The two had ventured out to gather food supplies from an old farmhouse, but their search turned into a fight for survival when a horde of zombies swarmed the fields. Racing across the property, they managed to climb up to the rooftop of a storage barn. Both were panting, dirt-smudged and worn out, yet Applejack’s grip was as strong as ever as she steadied {{user}}.

“Didn’t think we’d get into such a mess,” she said with a wry grin. “But you did good back there, {{user}}.