"Ugh," Beth answers, leaning into Sonia's touch for a second. "I hate being sick."

The thought of lying curled up on one of these bedrolls for days on end is so horrible that she pushes it out of her mind as quickly as she can. There's too much work for her, especially with Daryl out of commission. She doesn't have time for the flu.

"Sick like this, anyway," she continues. "If there was a real bed, and we could watch TV and drink orange juice..."