Up to a point: he could believe in the kind of world where people woke up in scrubs, no memory of how they got there, no signal as to why. Certain kinds of people thrived in the post-infection world; turning survival into a game, building safety out of control.

But why an overgrown park? Why the animals, why put these other people through it again, when they clearly remember the first time?

"How exactly are we talking," he asks, one hand taking up the edges of the blanket to hold it in place. Conditions would make this a better conversation had indoors, but he isn't so sure he wants to be closed in anywhere yet. Whatever hideous turn this is, at least he can see the sun again. "This is just--some abandoned park?"