[Carol has stopped caring about the clothes on the rack. She gives Kitty her full attention. It's a little hard to grasp. People with powers, people with the ability to fly. But she understood fear, and hate, and death - even if hers came from a different angle.]
The apocalypse took my world too. I'm not even sure how it began. The dead reanimated, and whoever they killed, those people came back, and it spread like wildfire. By the time we figured out how to stop them for good, it was too late. The military collapsed, the government collapsed. There's just pockets of us left.