"That's exactly what my job is: to make people believe that," he laughs.

He's quiet then, thinking about how strange this place must be for her. Not just the Barge, but the beach itself, free of zombies.

"In my world, there are werewolves. Lycanthropes. The dead don't rise but we're not all human, either. If we'd had the virus...who knows? Maybe wolves would be running the world." But they'd be ruling over ruins, and that doesn't interest Lark at all.