Walking, biting dead people? Gretel's head canted, just a small enough degree to show a flag of recognition had gone up in her head. Her brows pinched down toward her freckled nose. For a moment, said nothing, piecing things together in thought.
"A world ended by a plague that reanimates the dead," she parroted back to him, watching his face for mutual recognition. "I've known a handful of people that came from such a place. They've been here."