Maggie nodded as he laughed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Have you ever seen a zombie sea lion, though?" She shuddered. "Some Irwin friends of mine used to make trips out to some of the closed-off beaches every summer and broadcast themselves going after the zombie sea lions at the breeding grounds. It was always huge for ratings. I could never watch it, though; they're so adorable before they convert."
She shrugged. "Go ahead, I don't have anything to hide. I'm pretty shameless. Hell, I write porn for a living; you don't get much more shameless than that." Her face softened. "Yeah, it was just fiction to us, too, right up until it wasn't. I was born after it happened, so I don't remember a world where zombies weren't just another fact of life. All this--" she nodded out at the crowded streets, the traffic flowing relatively unimpeded down the street-- "is just about the stuff of fiction to me."
She nodded thoughtfully. "I think Dr. Lecter said something about that. If you found a cure, you're lucky. People have been working on that back where I'm from for decades. Or at least a more benign version of the virus. I don't think we'll ever have a cure, but I'm okay with that. It's the scare tactics that piss me off."