"Nah," Abby says on the exhale, looking to her. She adjusts to realising Astrid doesn't know where she came from with well-practiced ease — and a shrug. "The world I came from was full of infected. Zombies. It was stuck in a sort of permanent Blight."

It sounds like a big deal but it really isn't. It's actually been a long time since she's had to deal with any kind of walking body but her own doesn't forget how to anticipate it. There's a part of her that wants to run, there always has been. Maybe it's like that for everybody but over time you get better at ignoring it and standing your ground. Is that bravery, or stupidity?