I was in Arnette at the time this happened. I was visiting Stu Redman. One of my pen pals. I was there, when that man Campion, was there. Most of the men with us, Vic, Hap, Norm, Henry and Tommy, had been infected of this virus. Stu and I were different, I guess you could say, immune. They took us to the plague center, in Stovington, Vermont. Stu and I were placed in the same room, telling us that we were different and that our air was clean. We generally took turns sleeping, watching for the doctors or nurses.
I wish I hadn't left, I was spending time with Nick Andros, someone who I've loved for a long time. He was deaf and mute, but somehow, or love was the way we communicated. We met in Des Moines, Iowa. Both of us orphans. I was actually an outcast. Nick and I stayed together as a team. By the time he was sixteen, we ran away together.
He had learned to read and write from a man named Rudy Sparkman, who was very mean to Nick. I often sheltered Nick, him being the only thing I had left in this world.
"Stu..." I muttered, he was asleep. He shifted slightly, then smiled while opening his eyes. "You miss him, don't you?" He asked, implying the him being Nick. I had told Stu all about Nick, telling him about the times at the orphanage and all that.
"Yeah, not just that. This place is so creepy...I wonder if we'll ever get out." I wondered aloud. Stu gave me a sympathetic smile, then a doctor came in.
"We need to do more tests." He said.