[The scale of the zombie invasion wasn't something Eugene had considered in Luceti-- though he really should have-- and he froze a little too still and too quiet at mention of the enclosure nearly bombed. Catching himself after a moment, he licked his lips and grinned, rueful, but shaken]

I wish I were, the idea seems so far-off from reality. But it is out reality. Listen-- don't tell folks about it. Jack and I prefer to keep it under wraps.

[Mostly, they wanted to be as far away from that reality as possible without losing who they were. If he knew more about Bucky, perhaps he wouldn't even need to ask for the discretion, but they had time to get to know each other yet]

We live in a township called Abel-- it's really just a farmhouse with some really reinforced walls. But we call it home, and it keeps the zoms out.