"Cure for mortality, actually." Simon scoffs, his expression wry. "Which.... sorta worked, but really didn't. I don't think the zombies were actually what they had in mind when it came to... not dying. Spread with a virus, though. People thought it was the flu, at first. Till their neighbors tried to take bites out of them, anyway. The rest is pretty B-movie predictable."

At least until you got to the mind-control and rocket launchers part.

"We have a grand little post-apocalypse club forming here," he jokes. "The sort that would fight tooth and nail to stay here as long as possible."