"Here is fucking weird now. I've lived in a world full of walkers for - god, years. More than ten. I barely even remembered how credit cards worked, let alone grocery stores, or Saturday morning yoga classes, or online shopping. Or phones."

She chuckles, because she can't explain how suffocating the city feels now to someone who never had to scrape roadkill up off hot pavement with their fingernails and pray it didn't kill them to eat.

"So I guess - that's my caveat. If I'm a bit weird sometimes, it's because I'm not used to all of this anymore."