"Anyone alive at home--they tried. Or other people tried for them." It's been two years since the turn. The only humans left alive have somebody fighting for them. She glances down at her food, only half eaten, and it occurs to her that if she keeps dawdling, it'll take forever to get back to work. "Of course, you have to get lucky, too. You can do everything right and still--"

Beth shakes her head, spooning up another bite of food. She's not in that group, and she knows it. She only did everything right from her perspective.