USR · 9 · 00:00–06:00

Don Beverage, still at the edge of the Mojave.

It's everywhere now.

My wife Camille... she has the fever.

We've both been isolating.

Haven't seen each other or anyone else for days.

It doesn't matter.

The phone lines are down.

I've got enough food and water here.

But what's the point?

Why are we trying to survive?