Cal: "Sounds like the wind is starting to let up."
Jana: "Nnnghhh... Shhh-shut up until it's actually stopped."
Cal: "You okay?"
Jana: "Just... Fucking hate the cold right now and you moved the blankets when you got up."
Cal: "Jeez, sorry."
Jana: "'S alright... Still need to keep bundled up Georgie said, keep taking the pills and trying to keep my body from having difficulty fighting off the rest of the... thing."
Cal: "Still hard to just call it that... The plague."
Jana: "Which is why I didn't say that, dumbass. It's... Not the same thing. Not when we have cures. It's not the fucking middle ages and shit."
Cal: "Alright, alright, I got it. Still, with all that's been happening since the rats appeared... What about for those who didn't get the cure or didn't get someone like Francine and Georgette around to figure out what it was?"
Jana: "Ron."
Cal: "What?"
Jana: "Ron's the one who picked up on it first. Didn't know what to make of it, but... I'd probably be dead without his messed up head."
Cal: "... True enough."
Jana: "Anyways... I really would rather not talk about it... Bad enough thinking about still trying to keep fighting it off, let alone what might have happened to others around the city."
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