Mirrors keep popping up in unexpected places, and people keep gravitating to her. People she only just barely knew, suddenly acting like they were the best of friends, like Jo was the only person they could confide in or who could help. While half the city seems to be all but closing up show on The Summoned, they won’t leave Jo alone. It's like there's a magnetic fixation for her instead. It’s even people she’s bumped into it randomly, and it’s fucking creepy alright.

Jo wouldn’t say she’s happy about it, but when the city explodes with zombies—crawling from up open ground and graveyards and inward from the desert—she’s almost relieved. Mayhem is fast and furious with the walking dead, but there’s something damn pure and perfect about this hell because at least she knows what to do with zombies. These don’t even try to act like themselves first; it’s just an onslaught.

Jo is quick to join the city patrols, both the official and not, just Summoned, out in the street, fighting the zombie monsters and bandits that make it in. Come join her, but do be careful of those accidental collisions, you might not lose your life, but you might forget there’s anyone else in it.