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about me being injured, but not much about me being sick.   I guess he’d figured with all the people dying off, there’d probably not be a lot of everyday diseases going around.   “I wonder if this has a cure for whatever killed all the adults in it,”   I said jokingly.
    “It doesn’t.   I already looked.”
    “Not sure how you could expect to find something when you don’t even know what it is,” I said sarcastically.
    “I have my theories,” he said, looking arrogant.  
    I could totally tell in that moment that he was one of those kids who won the science fair every year with some radical experiment he’d done, looking for cancer cures or whatever.   In my old life I would have scoffed at the stupidity of wasting so much time.   In my new life, I decided, this guy could be valuable to have around.   At least when I got sick.   But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to give him a hard time about it.
    “Oh, you’re going to cure the disease that killed ten billion people, when the smartest minds in the world working together weren’t enough?”
    “No.   I don’t think I’ll need to.   The disease died with them.”
    “You don’t think we’re all going to die when we reach twenty?”   That seemed to be the cut-off age for most of the living.
    “No.   There are no more hosts.   We’re all resistant, for whatever reason.”
    “Our hormones.”
    “So they said.   But no one ever proved it.   And people taking hormones at teen levels weren’t able to survive.”
    I shrugged.   “It doesn’t matter to me.   Either I live or I die.   I’ll do what I can to keep the death part from coming, but when it’s my time to go, I’ll just go.”
    “Easy to say when you’re healthy.”
    “Yeah.   I know.”   It was a sobering thought.   My dad was the coolest guy I’d ever known, and even he had freaked out in the end when faced with his own mortality.   I decided to push those thoughts out of my head and get back to our planning.
    “What else do you have?”
    “Book on first-aid,” he said, handing me a smaller one.  
    “I have one of those already.”   I quickly flipped through a few pages.   “It’s better than this one.”
    Peter shrugged.   “Just toss it then, I don’t care.”  
    I threw it into the abandon pile - the stuff we would leave in my house for the raiders to take if they wanted it.  
    “This is a good one: Solar Power Ins and Outs.   It shows how to make an oven and heat water and stuff.”
    I snatched it from his hand.   “This one is definitely coming.”  
    I’d been taking infrequent, cold sponge baths without soap for way too long now.   The idea that I might actually be able to take a real, and possibly warm shower, sounded like heaven to me - soap or not.   A quick flip through the book showed me that we could probably put a list together of things to find along our journey that would make a lot of the items in the book buildable.
    “Our load is going to be heavy,” he said, looking at the keeper-pile.   It was much bigger than the abandon-pile.
    “We’ll find a way.   I want to get a place that’s permanent.   I don’t want to move around all the time.   I think we’ll be safer if we just take the risk of traveling once.”
    “So what … are we going to build some kind of fortress or something?   Because that’s the only way to stay safe that I can think of.   And it can’t be made of anything that’ll burn because the canners like to start fires.”
    “Well, I’m not really sure.   Let’s get this stuff sorted out and then we’ll talk about it.   Maybe with our two half-brains, we can come up with one good idea.”
    Peter smiled.   “Sounds like a plan.”
    ***
    We sat in the living room on the couch that was pushed up against the wall, looking at the neat, orderly piles of things in front of us.   The organization was Peter’s doing.   He seemed to function better when everything was just so, and I