Lestat realized grimly that even if that were to be the fate of the world, it would never be his fate. When the zombies had taken over the City, they hadn't recognized him as anything but dead, and they'd left him entirely alone. He wasn't food and he wasn't one of them, and that was it. All he was was scenery.
He'd watched the proceedings from high roof tops, and he'd stayed out of the entire thing.
He did know that, if the world were to ever truly go that direction, he would go insane with boredom. No minds to read, no human blood...
Lestat blinked at her, and once she was done, he gently pushed at her mind. He had to see some of these things for himself in order to fully understand them. He could see one of those news reports she mentioned, and he could see a life spent mostly hiding and waiting. Another newscast, an earlier one, showed a map of the United States with red portions colored in. The news anchor was saying that the entire Southeast was considered 'lost.'
"That's... it's a virus," he said. He hadn't seen it, he just knew it. "And you have it." He didn't mean that to be indelicate. He was just putting it together. What he could smell, why she didn't smell like everyone else... "Right?"
He said the last things gently, while curving an arm around her waist and pulling her out of the people walking by. She had the dogs on their leashes, they would follow.