Lestat did not think he wanted to see a zombie sea lion.
She wrote porn.
Well, then.
Lestat grinned. Back in his day, she'd have been run out of town, probably to Paris, where she would've ended up with people like him. The world was funny.
Lestat did know enough to know that not all human diseases were curable. Sometimes it was just a matter of how fast those things moved once contracted. A lot of the African viruses scared Lestat, although he could never catch one.
They scared him because they were so goddamn efficient it was sickening. With many, you had days. That was all. And cancer, humans had been trying to cure that for decades, if not longer.
He made no motion to move Maggie's arm. He simply kept walking in step with her, listening to her heartbeat. His steps were actually paced more with her heart than her legs.
"I don't remember many of the details. I don't mean to sound callous, but the outbreak didn't effect me. They were not interested in me. I'm dead meat, too. i could walk through a horde like Moses parting the Red Sea. My life wasn't much changed, except for watching pandemonium and trying to keep tabs on anyone I cared about."
And then River and Hannibal had turned. And he'd sort of given up on that.