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Bugout! A Novel Coronavirus Novel Ch. 7

I thought I was getting better, doctor.

You are getting better, William.

Most people aren’t wearing masks when they go outside.

I haven’t seen local data so I don’t know for sure.

 I watch on my patrols.

Walks.

Walks.

So your anecdotal experience supports your conclusion.

The governor says to wear masks.

Yes, the governor said that.

I want to set a good example.

You are.

I want as few people to die as possible. I always did my best to make sure people didn’t die on patrol.

But they died anyway.

Yes.

You did your best in the war.

People are dying now.

Yes.

People are sick.

Yes.

In this city.

Yes.

Even though we’re not a hot zone, we’re getting hit with more infection and death.

That’s true.

Not everybody’s pulling their weight, doctor.

That’s normal.

Normal to endanger people?

Some folks put others at risk.

I witnessed carelessness in combat.

Did recklessness increase his or her odds of dying?

Irresponsibility increased the odds of everybody dying.

Did the negligent die first?

Mostly they got other people killed.

Do you see ill-advised behavior on your walks?

A white-haired guy and his dog came up behind me today and passed almost shoulder to shoulder.  I wanted to choke him and his dog.

What did you do?

I slowed down and motioned him away.

Then a young red-haired guy on an all-terrain vehicle flew through the intersection and scattered rocks near an old guy cleaning up his yard. The old guy yelled and the kid stopped and gave him a hard time. When I got to the bottom of the hill I looked at this young goof who said something I couldn’t hear and gunned the ATV in circles in the street. He started coming at me.

What did you do?

I firmly told him to back off and kept walking.

Was he wearing a mask?

No helmet, either.

How did he make you feel?

I wanted to kill him.

But you didn’t.

No.

See, you are getting better.

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