Fourteen
RumourNeil died three weeks later, on New Year's Day. His plastic wrapped body taken away and placed somewhere outside, left to the elements until spring when we could bury him. He'd had no family in the compound, all he'd left behind was more illness.
“Someone else is sick,” Beth mumbled under a surgical mask as we sat at our usual table in the cafeteria for supper.
Marcus touched Beth's arm for a second before snapping his hand away. “Two more, maybe.”
“Two!” My gaze darted between Beth and Marcus. Noah squeezed my leg.
Marcus shrugged. “What I heard.”
“What d'you hear?” Caleb and Jasmy placed their dinner trays on the table and pulled out chairs across from each other.
Marcus turned to Caleb on his right. “Two more, you know, sick.”
Caleb nodded. “Think it's three that
