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same thing once you’re infected. I’m sorry, baby; I couldn’t make sense of it either. It didn’t sound like they had a whole lot of information themselves.”
    “They must have said what to do. What if we come down with it? What are the symptoms?”
    “They didn’t say anything about that. Just that we’re to stay indoors and keep listening to the radio.”
    “What if we get sick and have to go out for help?”
    “They said not to go out for any reason.”
    “Well, that’s nice. And what if some of those—what did you say it was?—Agent X women come knocking on our door? What do we do then?”
    She could only shrug, saying, “We hide, I guess.”

CHAPTER TWO

    T he MREs were actually not bad. The food was all right, but more than that, they exhibited a sense of fun that I wouldn’t have credited to the military. Their olive drab wrappers concealed playful items like miniature bottles of Tabasco, instant cocoa mix, cookies, and candy. Each MRE had a little surprise of some kind, and for two days my mother and I did nothing but sit at the kitchen table with the radio squawking horrors between us, peeling open MREs at mealtimes and idly trading the contents. From time to time we would cry really hard.
    This is what we heard on the one station we could find, repeated over and over in English and Spanish:
    “This is the Emergency Broadcast Network. This is not a test. Repeat, this is not a test. You are listening to an official broadcast by your federal government. The epidemic of Maenad Cytosis, also known as Agent X, has infiltrated all but the most isolated pockets of the country. Because of a catastrophic breakdown of civil authority, a state of martial law has been declared, and all citizens are ordered to remain indoors so that comprehensive decontamination efforts may be undertaken. At this time, all population centers nationwide are under quarantine until further notice, and the interstate highway system remains closed to civilians. All government services have been suspended, and emergency officials have been moved to secure locations. A network of safe zones is being established for civilians, but until these are officially operational, no one may seek refuge outside of their homes. All civil-defense shelters, military facilities, and government compounds are classified as shoot-to-kill zones. This is for your protection. Do not approach military cordons. Stay inside. Barricade all windows and doors, and make every effort to give your dwelling an abandoned appearance. For your safety, all women must be segregated and contained, even if they do not exhibit symptoms of Maenad contagion. Once exposed to the airborne disease agent, they may change without warning , transmitting the contact form of Agent X to men and women alike. Beware any aggressive, unusual, or disheveled-looking people. Likewise, anyone with serious injuries or who is critically ill is a potential source of infection, as it is thought that their weakened immune systems make them vulnerable to the airborne pathogen. No matter how apparently weak, unconscious, or near death, they must be securely contained and treated with extreme caution. If you are low on food, water, or essential medical supplies, do not venture into the open, even if you hear military convoys or other official movement. All efforts are being made to come to your relief, but the scale of the crisis demands patience. You will be saved. Stay tuned to this station for news and official information. This is not a test.”
    The numbing sameness of the reports was frustrating, as well as the lack of specifics. It was like a tape loop that had been left playing. “They must be blowing everything all out of proportion,” I said. “Are people dying like flies, or is it some kind of mass hysteria? You said you didn’t see any bodies or anything when you were out there.”
    “No.”
    “And obviously neither of us is sick, so the whole airborne thing can’t be as bad as