"How you doing?" the question came from the in house medic.

"You woke me up to ask me how I'm doing. Doc your bedside manner needs some work." I waited a couple of minutes to figure it out before I answered the real question. "Well I'm awake and I don't want to rush off to empty my stomach or my bowels so I must be better."

"Good, do you think you could eat?"

I cringed at the thought. "Not just yet."

"The real reason I came was to tell you Michael is closing the kitchen. If you want anything speak up."

"If I get hungry, I'll make a sandwich."

"Be careful walking around this place in the dark."

"Hell Doc, Oscar won't shoot me."

"There is an out going team in the compound, remember?"

"Yeah?"

"Security is high, so stay inside. They should be gone sometime after midnight."

"Okay, then have them send down some sprite and some of the soft Ebars. I think I can sleep till midnight."

"Okay, take another round of the pills before you go back to sleep."

I stumbled across the ten yards to the bathhouse right after the medic left. I sat on the toilet as I urinated, just in case. I knew on thing for sure by the time I got back to the bed, I was not in any shaped to take on a team of well trained men. Especially since they would have been in better shape even without the virus. That being the case, upon my return, I took inventory of the cabin and it's small refrigerator.

If I happened to wake up enough to look for entertainment, there was a digital TV, big enough for the whole cabin to watch. It sat on top of the apartment sized refrigerator in one corner of the room. There was also a desk with a computer sitting in the opposite corner of the same wall.

It was empty Inside the refrigerator, except for three cans of beer. The sight of the beer caused my stomach to tighten. I knew that I was days, not hours away from being able to consume that. Even worse, I had given up drinking while doing my time in the joint. Unlike men in real prisons, I used the time to work on my body and soul. Well more on cleansing my body, than on cleansing my soul.

On the computer desk also resided a small box of DVDs. Swamp Thing had stocked the place with educational and patriotic DVDs. Over the years the occupants of the cabin had added others. Most left by accident, some left because the owner never came back to reclaim them. There were some classic movies in the box, and a hell of a lot of porno movies.

Even that small amount of movement wore me completely out. I fell back into the bed and immediately passed into the darkness. There is something comforting in sleep when one is not well.