The "outbreak" began at the local Starbucks. It wasn’t a virus of rage or a hunger for brains. It was a contagion of pure, unadulterated exhaustion.
At the console, Ben slammed the "Emergency Broadcast" switch and patched in his phone. He didn’t play a siren. He played the one sound guaranteed to trigger a shot of pure adrenaline in the modern human soul. [S2E3] The Yawn of the Dead Adventure
As they reached the town square, they hit a "Huddle"—a mass of fifty people leaning against each other in a giant, snoring pile. The sound was like a low-frequency hum, a siren song of sleep. The "outbreak" began at the local Starbucks