Negativity was a disease Marga thought she'd mostly overcome, but when Carnegie's wall were breached, that's when the relapse occurred. The snipers were one of the last groups to escape the building, and it had been a near thing, too, with the fire spreading and the number of undead overwhelming. Marga once again counted herself among the lucky ones who'd managed to get a seat (crammed though they were) on one of the last buses.
She didn't know where they were going, nor was there any certainty they'd actually get to wherever they were going. It seemed like every zombie in the city was swarming to Carnegie Hall. The streets were flooded with them, making it difficult for the driver to maneuver.
After what seemed like hours, they came to a stop at a building Marga recognized as Grand Central station. Snipers atop the building and other Immunes down below were busy keeping the path clear for everyone to be ushered in to safety. Marga followed the throng, feeling lost and hopeless amid the new surroundings and unfamiliar people. Her eyes scanned the crowd, desperately searching for Rae or Elliot or any of her other friends.
Getting into Grand Central was easy compared to what lay ahead. A massive unorganized throng of people, many of them already settling in, and many, like her, searching for a guide, a friendly face to remind them that they were welcome and safe.