Quarantine

For a moment I was back in the quarantine at the base. I could smell the burning bodies of those who came in infected. From where my cell had been positioned I could almost taste the rot that had eaten away at my companions in what felt like an eternal limbo. None of us were dead or alive in quarantine, no better than the whiskeys at least that's what most of the soldiers had thought of us. Anybody who survived those first two weeks was given a bed and a job. You worked for everything you were given, there were exceptions but those had been regulated to the elderly, sick, pregnant women and small children.

This, however, wasn't quarantine, this was a safe place.