“And you know what else I heard?’ Eugene rolled his eyes. Frazer’s ‘news’ was usually sourced from Natter, the micro-blogging service that had become increasingly popular as people’s other connections with the outside world had been gradually severed. Eugene steered clear of social media; in his opinion it was a cesspit of gossip and scare stories more infectious than the virus itself. ‘Go on, enlighten me,’ he said sceptically. Frazer’s dark skin paled as he glanced over his shoulder. Eugene wondered who he thought might overhear; the only other pair of ears in his apartment belonged to James. ‘I heard this latest strain is making zombies.’ Eugene snorted. ‘Zombies? You’ve been working on your video game for too long.’ ‘I’m not shitting you. Proper Walking Dead-style, groaning, rotting dead people, shambling around out there. I saw footage. I can send it to you.”