"You don't have any immune...? What if they come after you? If they attack you?" She frowned, and offered an arm to Luke--To look at. Plenty of scars scattered across that arm, from the nails, and occasionally teeth, of the zombies. Of course, they were still carriers. They still had the virus inside of them. But they weren't affected. And that's what made them dangerous.

"Yeah...Like I said. We got a lot of problems. Still...they bothered to come for us, when we asked for help. Sent a military helicopter to pick us up. They probably weren't going to kill us...If they wanted us dead, they would have just sat there and let the zombies kill us." She shrugs, sighing. "Don't matter too much. This place grabbed me. And to be honest? I'm not real eager to return." She looked over at Luke, tilting her head.

"Do you think that's awful? I mean--I'm not happy, but...Well, you had the zombies for years. Weren't you glad to be in a place with running water?"