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[He actually winces.]

Well that sucks. Shit, I'm sorry. Though, depending on the run, they did say that Gambit and several mutants like Cyclops suffered debili... You don't care.

[That much he is used to, about people not caring though he will still find himself rambling.]

Never heard of it, but will try the library which will likely give me nothing as I've found. Unless I want to read the fictional account of our very not fictional new home.

[But then there's years, and Audrey even being a mom which made him grin at the thought.]

Okay one, sorry. Again. I mean, I don't know what the Rising is but that just doesn't even sound like anything anyone wants to go through. Two, the idea of Audrey's alternative daughter? Kind of the coolest thing about this place. Even over the closets.

I don't care. [She confirms. She isn't one for pretending to be interested when she isn't. She isn't one for pretending at all.] Not really interested in pre-Rising comics. Real life's exciting enough.

[She nods, the closest thing she'll show to approval, at his initiative in going to look it up. She's generally happy to answer questions, but she won't stop someone from doing their own research.

And that answers the question she wasn't asking. In 2016, he wouldn't be pre-Rising if he were from her world. And unless he was living in a zombie-less hole he'd sure as hell know what it was.]

In a word, zombies. The world became infected with Kellis-Amberlee and it cured us of the common cold, cancer, and staying dead. The first two were intentional, the second one an unpleasant side-effect. And I am not Audrey's daughter. [Her voice takes on a bit of an edge.] Nor am I her twin, or her alternate self or anything else. We may appear similar, but that is where the relation ends. Are we clear?

Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Probably not even comic books left, are there?

[He just assumes if the world is busy dealing with zombies, they're not worrying about what the X-Men are up to, or the Avengers.]

So, the same thing that caused... [He gestures at eye level, nodding.] Got it. Maybe. You're not, are you? I mean, if you are that's cool, but that's a whole new level I never imagined.

[Again there's that wince, and a nod.]

Right. Didn't mean any offense by it. Never to be mentioned again. Gotcha. [Said as he touched two fingers to his temple in a salute.]

[It's possible she went a little too hard on that line. Of course he didn't mean offense by it. But family is a complicated thing with her. She never knew or wanted to know her biological family and she hates her adopted parents. The only family who's ever mattered was her brother, and he's a whole other kind of complicated that she won't be discussing. The idea of adding more people to the unit she and Shaun have formed, even just theoretical people, is not something she's interested in contemplating.

But zombies and comics. Safer topics to land on.]

I am not a zombie, no, and if I were, it would not be cool. This is a reservoir condition. I'm infected, of course. Everyone in my world is. But it isn't live, and it's no more dangerous than any of my other body fluids. [Which is to say, do not touch, but most people don't go around trying to poke her in the eye anyway.]

Of course there are still comic books. People love a good distraction. Mostly digital or web-based, of course, but they're there. I'm just not personally very interested.

[Noah went over lines, and he knew it. You didn't learn things though if you didn't try, and he was always trying.]

Well, I didn't mean that offensively. If you were this cognitive and it was that way, that would be cool. Sucks that everyone's paying for them, what? By passing FDA regulations and rushing something to the market? Something that worries me in my world and it hasn't gone to that. Yet. God, yet.

[Because who knew. His world is one "cure" away from Night of the Walking Dead with the way they were playing with things.]

See, they never show that in the movies and shows, you know? It's all you can do for survival, constant betrayal, friend is suddenly the enemy and there's not even time for a leisurely bubble bath nonetheless comics and entertainment. Also, the grid. Same held and maintained or new and improved by the kinds with minds of their own and inability to let go of their net?

[Noah definitely falls in that category.]

[This kid's a babbler. Joy. She sifts through all that and latches onto what seems like the actual essence of what he's saying.]

It wasn't like in the movies. For one thing, we'd all seen the movies, and we had the internet. Dead start rising, the first thing you try is the headshot. The second thing you do is blog about what worked and what didn't. Casualties were still high, but society didn't crumble. It just changed.

But this was all before I was born. I only know of the pre-Rising world second-hand, and a lot of it just seems alien to me.

[There's one in every group, and damn George's luck running into one that had thought he knew her.]

See, that's the part I never get. Who doesn't go for the headshot? Yet a friend didn't go for it. Thankfully that person I know who looks nothing like you and who you don't at all make me think about, knew to go for the headshot.

[Because talking about shooting people was normal? He had to remember sometimes that not everyone lived with a killer in their midst. Oddly enough, he thinks maybe this is definitely one person it won't phase.]

What year did it happen? I mean, there's a lot I want to ask, but that seems a bad choice to get that face from you again.

[She might be making that face again.]

Don't lie to get around my discomfort. You can talk about her and acknowledge the similarity. Just don't act like it makes us related.

[Not that it was much of a lie. It still rubs her wrong, to have it phrased as though the truth might be something she can't handle.]

It started in 2014, and I don't mind questions about it. Why was your friend shooting people in the head? You clearly don't come from somewhere where zombies are a problem.

It's not lying. It's being considerate of it bothering you.

[And that they're kind of alike besides the face and the features, but that's another time and place he is certain.]

But yeah, totally not related, because trust me, we never had this Rising thing.

No, not zombies. Lakewood has a small problem with killers.

[Which is saying it way more lighthearted than he is comfortable with but if he makes it a joke, the pain isn't as bad.

Sure. Lying to himself doesn't work either.]

Lost good friends. Lost not so good people. Thought we had finished it for good. Now... we've lost someone close to us again. So either we attract them, or our last killer had a sidekick.

[He is betting on sidekick. It's a better thought than just another random killer.]

[She raises an eyebrow slowly behind her sunglasses. Disdain. One of the few emotions actually helped by the sunglasses.]

And... your solution involves shooting people in the head.

Not mine. It was what had to be done when she tried to kill Emma. Except she didn't go for the head, like every movie teaches you, and nearly ended up dead herself. Again.

But hey, judge it all you want. We are the ones that lived with it and now it's starting again.

[She being Audrey, presumably, and Emma being... someone else. Georgia will never condemn killing in self-defense or defense of another, so that much, at least, she doesn't judge. It's not what her solution would be, she likes to think, but also she doesn't know the entire situation. Maybe this is a problem that can't be solved by figuring out what lies everyone is hiding them and exposing them. Everyone's always so quick to assert there are problems that can't be solved that way. Just because Georgia hasn't run into them doesn't mean they're wrong.

Then again, this solution doesn't seem to have actually fixed anything.]

...I have a lot of questions. Starting with, how old are you? You can't be out of high school. Also, you realize the head shot thing doesn't apply to normal humans, right? There are a lot of ways to kill people if you're not worried about them getting back up.

All I have are questions anymore. Though I'm not sure what my age has to do with it. But I'm seventeen, in high school. Also I'd love to believe that any shot would work. Sadly I swear we're working under the rules of a slasher movie, which means?

She came climbing up out of the water after the torso shot and would have killed Emma if not stopped. So while I'd love to believe all those normal ways work? They only seem to work on my friends.

[The last is only a tiny bit bitter, mostly to cover the hurt.]

This she isn't your friend Audrey, right? This is your killer. Who isn't your friend, but... your friend killed? [She's trying to follow along.] And the fact that you're 17 is why you're not sure what your age has to do with it.

[She's 22, young enough that she remembers being a teenager with a sharp sort of clarity. If someone had told her at 17 that she couldn't handle anything an adult could, she would have been insulted. Now, it just seems so young.

Then again, fucked up shit never seems to care what age you are. All you can do is try and deal as best you can.]

I'm sorry about your friends. Is this killer not human?

[Considering everything else she's experienced here, it's far from impossible.]

Oh God, no! Audrey is so not the killer. Long story not so short. So yeah, this person hated Emma and her family, so they came for Emma and her mom... and anyone else who it would hurt Emma to lose. We lost good people and a not so good person, and Emma had to kill her.

[Okay, after all of this he isn't mentioning Audrey being there and how she helped Emma. Nope, he's skipping right over that.]

We didn't chose this life. Okay? We were just living our lives. School and friends and bullies and hatefilled video releases of people and their sex lives. Then there were bodies.

[And none of it he wants to repeat, except it's repeating.]

Someone's killing again, too, and we don't know who. Not that we found the body, so you know what? How do I know. Maybe she's not human. I always assumed it was human and men in masks, but what the heck? I'm in Wonderland now, so who knows what she was. Is.

And thanks. It's... still not real? But really way to real. Hard not to be real when you're the last call.

I know. [There's a surprising amount of sympathy in her tone, for all that her expression is as stony as ever.] No one chooses the fucked up shit that happens to them.

[It doesn't mean his age doesn't matter. It's part of the story, just like everything else. It matters, but it doesn't change anything. She wonders where the hell all the adults were for this, why it's the kids who have to kill the killer, but she knows as well as anyone that adults can let you down. It's not the kids' fault if they had to take care of themselves.

And he's right that it doesn't sound real. Too bad that also doesn't change anything.]

Well, as you seem to have noticed, humans generally die a lot easier than that. If she is human, she's certainly got something going on that you don't know about. Might be as simple as a kevlar vest.

No one but the ones causing it. When there is someone.

[He supposes there always is, but he isn't sure if you can always blame them. A government tries to save people, maybe, and zombies happen. Okay he'd probably blame the government if he'd been around then, but what good would that do.

In his life, he has someone to blame for all that happened, but he doesn't know what to think now.]

That's the thing though. Why the comment about head shots. Body shot happens. Body goes into the water. Living killer comes back out of the water and takes a shot to the head.

Now people are dying again. So not dead killer took a head shot and is back. Or they had someone helping them and now we have a revenge killer. Some part of me almost wants undead killer.

Okay I don't but... [He shakes his head. Noah hasn't talked about this much. Not even with Emma and Audrey. What to do about it. How to keep one another safe. Not what the heck was actually going on.]

And you're letting me ramble about this. Thanks.

[She shrugs. It's not exactly her doing him a favor. Politely humoring people isn't exactly her style.]

I'm a journalist. Not about to stop you in the middle of a story.

[And oh, the ratings this one would get.]

Oh, well, see now that explains the outfit and I don't have to keep thinking wo...man in black.

I admit, before this place and now? I never would have thought it might be more than human but now I'm not sure.

I follow the Hunter S. Thompson school of journalism fashion. If I have to think about it, I have no business wearing it.

[So she wears the same thing every day unless she's putting on body armor to go out with Shaun. It works for her.]

This place does tend to open your eyes. I found it hard to accept at first [and still] but I make it a habit of believing overwhelming evidence. Even when it seems impossible. It's how my parents survived the Rising. How can I do anything less?

I pretty much go with what isn't on the floor... for longer than a week.

[Because that is always a safe way to pick out clothing.]

You know, it is awesome to think about the world more than less surviving when the zombies come. Not saying any of it is a good thing, but better than most of the world being decimated with the grid failing and all.

I guess it's a case of what's worse. Non-human killer or unknown sidekick revenge killer. Not that I get a choice, but yeah.

[Georgia too, if she's being honest. There's more than a few times she's had to choose by smell, since all her clothes look alike. But even her level of honesty allows for not telling the teenager about her specific hygiene habits or lack thereof.]

I've never understood how the grid falls in zombie fictions, honestly. [Or in a lot of the other zombie worlds represented here.] It's mostly automated. Unless the zombies are specifically trained in sabotage, most electricity and internet should stay available.

[And zombies aren't really known for their intelligence.]

I'd hope for non-human, personally. If there's one sidekick, there might be more. But if you've only got one killer, once you figure out how they die, you're probably done. Of course, if you're really in a horror movie, you're probably fucked either way.

I always assumed that somehow someone working there lost the knowledge or desire to do their job and so fail safes failed? I don't know, kind of like the methane gas guy in Preacher? All i could ever guess.

Though that's a terrifying idea. If you had zombies intelligent enough to train to do things like that. Which gets really frightening because then you're probably talking military experimentation for super soldier type things. Imagining that thin line between Captain America and zombie infiltrator? Kind of scary.

[At least to someone that has never lived in a zombie world.]

That's reassuring, though you have a point. Because then we know who we're looking for too. Though, in fairness, I think it's more someone following TV tropes than we're actually in a horror movie... except I'm suddenly realize with what has happened, I'm not sure there's a difference.

[She hasn't heard of Preacher... something pre-Rising, she supposes, and thus generally not relevant to her life.]

It'd have to be everyone at once, somehow, and also all the machines, but sure.

[It's not realistic. Maybe she's just saying that because she's lived it, but it's not.]

We're in a storybook now, can you honestly be sure you weren't in a movie before?

[Comics go along with games as part of Noah's life. The kind that were mind blowing and twisted were the best. At least until his life recently.

Except now she has a point, and he isn't sure what to make of it. Opening his mouth and then closing it, shoulders suddenly slumping.]

You make an excellent and horrifying point.

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