"That's true, too," Andrea allows and she isn't sure which is worse. Sometimes she's just glad she's here, no matter what happens, because it's better than what she left behind, but at other times, she misses what she had there. The freedom. The knowledge that she was doing something right, that she was helping people.

"But it's better than zombies," she finally says with a smile, because it is. Maybe she's struggling to find her place here, but it's better than the Roamers.