Maggie raises her eyebrows. "If I knew who was driving that bus, I'd give them a piece of my mind about letting anyone off in the middle of the woods without shelter immediately nearby. You're welcome to come in, as long as you can show me a clean blood test first. There's a testing panel to your left." How to use it is pretty self explanatory, the universal language of an outline of a hand to press her own hand to.

Sorry, Izzy. You're now in a post zombie uprising world, with all the paranoia that entails.

"You can stay here awhile, or I'll help you get where you need to go."