[Wendy just wanted him to wait up, not to - oh. His hand gives hers a squeeze and her mouth twitches into the faintest smile. A part of her wants to pull away - but he isn’t, so she doesn’t. The awkwardness is fleeting.]

Simple for you maybe. [There’s a pointed nod from her, and her tone is playful. She’s smiling a bit more.]

Uh - don’t know much. Gonna go out on a limb and say this particular spot is for them. That’s how it is here - every location has a purpose. They’re linked to people’s memories. A personal sort of purgatory maybe? [Oh - that realization hits different right now.

Moving on.]

I’m going to assume these zombies are manmade? I remember something about viruses. Those are always fun.