( America puts her hands up to keep the cloth in place and frowns. ) If you tell me what your umbrella looks like, I can try to get it back for you.

( He's not from there, either. She frowns. is that what they're doing? She feels her stomach plummet. )

No, I don't like that. I don't like any of it. But I'm not sure how to stop them. ( Beat. ) Is that's what's been happening? To the people turning into, well, feral people? Zombies? What are they be sacrificing for?