[ Jo doesn't say it gets easier; if it gets easier, you've gotten complacent and you've forgotten you're supposed to still be afraid. Afraid keeps you alive. Sometimes. Jo's gaze cuts away, as though checking the streets for more of the walking risen, rather than thinking about how she can still feel it in her teeth. The pain of being torn open. The answer always waiting, even for those who knew to stay wide awake to what they were fighting. ,]

Or you know the right people.


You haven't gotten yourself dead yet.
So, step one is accomplished.