Where’d you come from?”
“Fairfield,” I say. It’s harder for me to skirt those same edges. I squeeze my eye shut and I see her and I open it again. I swallow. “Fairfield …”
“Fairfield’s overrun. That whole area is crawling with ’em.”
“I know. That’s how I ended up in the river.”
“Well, you’re a lucky son of a bitch then. You’re pretty far from where you started.”