[What she opens the door up to is a street full of buildings, old apartment complexes. Except they're grungy, deteriorated, looking as though they survived a nuclear war as ash falls from the sky.]

Oh, look at that, plenty of hiding places... [She says under her breath before she slips inside, going first for a bit of broken fence she sees laying on the ground.]

They get in your head and change everything around you. They can get to animals, too. For some reason my cat has her shit together, that I'm grateful for.