“Well, what the fuck.” And then, on the heels of that; “I'm sorry. That... yeah. I'm sorry. Not sure what else to say. Whole slew of sacres, maybe.”

Sam turned her hands up, attitude apologetic for a beat. A realization had hit her, and every swear word she knew seemed insufficient. “Dude. I'll do what I can to help on the 'friends' front, but before this conversation goes anywhere else I need to know: the zombifying agent---whether it's a virus or whatever---that's caused the zombie apocalypse, how contagious is it?” She wasn't going to like the answer---of that, she was already sure---but still, she had to ask.