Sonia feels a little wrench in her gut. That's...nothing short of horrifying, almost beyond comprehension. Sure, there were stories, old Earth legends, about dead that rose back to life and became undead cannibals, but they were myths. Nothing so real or devastating. Sonia's hand tightens on Beth's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," she says again, but the words feel somehow empty and inadequate, and she bites her lip. "I wish things were better here."