 Pretty soon, we were getting told that whole towns are being evacuated, that there was a plague, or a riot, or a terrorist bomb or some other nightmare. People kept being moved, and there was no real way to communicate with each other anymore. That was really reliable. So it was hard to say just how bad things were. Still, word of mouth was still going strong, and it was creepy. Stuff about zombies in the north, killing frenzies in the east, a place near the ocean where the ground was alive and eating people, a cult screaming about the second coming, and killing people to buy off God. I started pulling more and more away from people, just to get some ignorant peace of mind, looking back that probably saved my life.