Dieter smiled, a slow and lazy smile, as he tipped his head up to try to coax that touch of knuckle down his neck a little more, the way a cat would press into a pet.
"It's not empty or anything," Dieter told him. "The zombies are only in certain places, but the world economies started to crash and people started to be scared. They say the first zombie was made, a weapon. It isn't the way it used to be, before. There isn't as much traveling, people don't go out. They don't trust each other to be close. It isn't desolate and empty, it just feels that way."