"Fucked if I know. I'm giving serious thought to just killing myself now . . ." Chris muttered as he got up. He was not really thinking straight. The big guy wandered over to his table and busted off a leg. "This'll have to do for now. We can hit convenience store on the way to the gun place you saw . . . load up on stuff there." Chris wandered into his bedroom and grabbed an old backpack from his closet. It was not huge, but it would at least hold some stuff.<br/><br/>"You're holding up well . . . I'm not sure I'd be in as good shape as you if I'd had to go through what you did." He said, as much for conversation as for warning. "I could freak out out there." It went without saying, of course, that he expected her to abandon him if he did. She knew about a cure, and even if she did not know where it was, she probably had an idea where to look.