"There's really not much of a difference," Andrea says, shaking her head. Maybe the cause was different according to the movie; she'd seen her fair share, she knew it was blamed on anything from a virus to a meteor to one movie she even saw with an infect monkey being the cause. The start of it can always be different, but in the end it's the same. Dead people walking, biting, killing. "Movies and reality, when it comes to zombies it's pretty much all the same."

Shifting, she takes the rifle off her shoulder and leans it carefully against the nearby stand so she can take her pistol from her holster. "Yeah, I spent a lot of time in a clock tower picking them off," she says. "But the pistols are good, too. Like you said, they're a hell of a lot easier to carry around, less of a kick, too, which my shoulder thanks me for." Those first few months had been brutal, she'd almost always been bruised for quite awhile.