Only once after he had been infected did Eli meet another infected person. A grown woman. Just as cynical and hollow as the man with the wig. But Eli received an answer to another question that had been nagging him. “Are there many of us?” The woman shook her head and had said with theatrical sadness: “No. We are so few. So few.” “Why?” “Why? Because most of us kill ourselves, that’s why. You must understand that. Such a heavy burden, oh my.” Her hands fluttered; she said in a shrill voice: “Ooooh, I cannot bear to have dead people on my conscience.” “Can we die?” “Of course we can. All you
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