"Definitely airborne," Luke said with a nod of his head, "like the flu. Everyone's already infected with it like in The Walking Dead. Doesn't matter, when we die once the virus is activated we're fucked either way." He picked up the water and sipped it, rolling the cup between his palms. "Basically, the human race is fucked, no one's gonna judge me possibly being able to raise my own army of the dead-" though he had no idea if he could actually do that "-when I'm using it to shield us from the undead hoards."
He eyed another piece of pizza, quizically looking at Cece and asking without asking if he could have another slice. He was hungrier than he thought.
"You think the zombie virus affects supernaturals? Shit, zombie werewolves."
He grimaced at the mention of Black Friday shopping. "I have," he told her, signing fucking awful before continuing, "that's why I used it as a reference. You have no idea how many spirits want to come and hang out on the island. It's only the barrier that keeps them out."
Wrinkling his nose, he added, "You think I should offer to help strengthen it? My parents won't be back until the summer. I don't want anything they put in weakening it. I like that there's nothing... y'know, spiritually dead here that hasn't been specifically called."