A weight falls from Daryl's shoulders. At least it isn't spreading. It's not getting worse. Not yet anyway. "Something's stopping it," he says glumly, "that don't mean some genius can't figure out how to make it go. Don't you get it? These people'll do anything to get an edge over the other side."

And if it means unleashing a horrible disease, he can easily see someone making that choice. For himself, Daryl would rather watch this world burn than fall to the dead.