Anna glanced around at their small group before looking up the road again. It was time to leave the small house they'd taken refuge in; time to move on and attempt to find some help before the awful sickness that ran in their veins killed them. How'd they find each other? She was sure they each had their own story, but as for her she had wandered into this tiny house in a stupor. She couldn't stay in the house where her family lay dead; that wasn't a home anymore. It was a tomb. At first she'd just wandered the streets, ignoring the thick tears that dripped down her face. For a long while she'd stood in the road and just wondered. What was the point of trying to stay alive? What was the reason to keep moving? Why not just lay down and die? She had no reason to live anymore. Her husband; her baby girl; both had been lost. What more was there. Then, as these dark thoughts crossed her mind, she saw something. A child, a little boy no older than her own daughter, laying by the road. His face was flushed a bright red with the fever, and his delirious eyes never stopped roaming. "M-mama. Mama, it hurts." His arms and face were covered in long, bloody scratches and cuts. "Mama, where are you? I-I-I'm so cold." The poor wretch was clearly in the last stages of the infection. Most likely he'd be dead by tomorrow. Still, She pulled him close and wrapped him in her arms. "M-m-mama?" he asked shakily. She couldn't stop the tears that dripped onto his bloody face, and nodded. "Of course." She lied. "Mother wouldn't leave you, would she? I'm right here." She stayed there all night with him, soothing him and standing in for the mother who wasn't there. As she'd thought, he was dead by morning. But that one night of soothing him was all she needed to know what she must do. She had to try and help these people. She had to try to find a way to save them. That was her purpose for living. That is why she must live. She shook the memories away as she turned to look at the others. They had to try and find the CDC. Only they had even the slightest hope of solving the genetic riddle that was the Thirty Day Sickness. "Are you ready?" She asked them quietly, hoisting the backpack with food and water in it higher on her shoulder. The CDC was a good three days from here on foot, and people were going crazy with fear. It was best to be prepared.