Okay. None of that made any sense. Not really, at least. How could he be in a place that he couldn't get out of? Okay, sure. There were places like that. But they were like... jails and mental wards. Inside buildings, not what looked like entire cities.
And, oh great. Another thought hit him. Unless his parents were there (as much as he hated to think of his step dad as one of his parents, but at least the guy had turned out to be pretty okay since he died), now Adam had to worry about getting snatched up and put in one of the holding areas for zombies without parents. Thanks a lot government. Yep. You really do try to take care of your people.
None the less, Adam managed to muster up the drive to frown, even if it was just slight. "Doesn't... sound... good." he said, simply and slowly. The tall teenager had still yet to blink.