Endurance
Perhaps I was wrong the other day. Cathy might have had a different reason for leaving. She might have been feeling ill and took off trying to spare us. If so, it didn't work.
Miguel, Jake, and my little Jamie are all showing symptoms. I think Rodney succumbed as well, though I'm not certain. He woke us up this morning with a gunshot to his head, and when I checked his corpse, I noticed that his lymph nodes were a little swollen, but that doesn't have to be because of plague. When I think of all the people who committed suicide over the first symptom, when it was still possible it was something else, I get mad. Of course, that wasn't the only reason people have suicided. Well, here's hoping that it isn't the plague.
Strike that. I'm out of hope. All I have left is endurance.