awanderingbandofsurvivalists

Taylor's diary Aston was sickening really bad as we made our way home . The wounds he received dampened whatever joy we had in getting the supplies we desperately needed. We stowed things away. Did our tasks Harmony built a fence with the hardware as Ashton rested and I healed some. That night I stayed awake as Ashton's fever got worse. Then it subsided and I relaxed into sleep thinking the worst was over. I slammed awake with Ashton biting me and scratching with his finger nails. Madness in his eyes. My knife was at hand and I ended it quickly but the damage was done. Harmony eyed me warily. 'We need some restraints the first chance we get if I'm likely to turn' I said. 'Damn right!' she said back. And went to sleep in the utility room with the door barricaded. First time I cried in years that night.