"Dead? Oh, shit, no, nothing like that," Wichita assures her, immediately doing so to clear things up, although the truth isn't exactly better than what Santana's misunderstood. "Back home, there was this - I guess you could call it a virus. Kinda similar to mad cow, but it spread suddenly, and fast, and long story short, well - " Sighing, she takes one more swig from the bottle, swiping the back of her hand across her mouth when it gets a little messy. "Where I'm from, it was a special order of the end of the world, with a side of zombies."