Extend the Story - Add a Room

Her jaw clenches as you say this. Her violet eyes glare at you coldly.

"You're dead. You were infected, like the others. Except Father injected you with an antidote; but it doesn't mean you didn't die and become one of them. You just still have a will, a consious. But to me, you died," she whispers hauntingly.
"Wait, what? Infected? Like "the others"? What is going on?" you exclaim, frustrated.
"That, I can explain," Mr. Hunter responds hastily before the cold girl could answer,"That mist you pointed out to me earlier before....was actually a parisital fog of insects. I can't believe I didn't see it for what it was, than everyone could've...," at this the man starts to blubber.
"What he really means," says the girl after a long silence," is that everyone except for a few of us are zombies. Insects that I've never seen before attached themeselves to everybody, making them hosts. The insects sucked out the host's brain until the host dies, in which the insect then uses the body to get more brains,"

How to respond to this...

Stare blankly and then faint