"Doesn't it always?" Russell asks with a huff of laughter, though there's no amusement in it. He sinks into one of the chairs and leans his crutches against his thigh, smiling his thanks at Lee for carrying the coffees.

"Probably a different kinda apocalypse than mine, though," he adds. His, as far as he knows, hadn't extended beyond the borders of Ogden Marsh, but he has a feeling it didn't stay that way. Nothing as bad as that virus can really be contained.