Maggie's expression of cheerfulness turned cynical. "Are you kidding me? This is freedom to me. I'm from a future where most people are so afraid of dying that they're too afraid to leave their own houses. And you can't leave or enter buildings without blood tests and bleach showers. I grew up watching old movies where people were actually able to gather in groups and not be afraid that one of them would spontaneously convert into a zombie and eat everyone."
Screw not talking about it. She'd talk about it as much as she damn well pleased, she'd decided. She went on, her increasing frustration at her former life spilling out. "Do you know how absolutely incredible it is not to have a zombie report on the morning weather forecast? Or to see my friends go out into the field and poke zombies with sticks as a form of extreme sport and entertainment? I actually went to a movie theater the other day, for God's sake. I've never been to one. They'd all been closed down as public health hazards." She looked him in the eyes with the slightly crazed expression of someone caught in the middle of rebelling. "I'm twenty-five years old and the only concert I've ever been to was live-streaming over the internet. Do you realize how wrong that is?"