Frannie nodded once, slowly. "I don't really know how much they ended up trying to do to fight the virus. They had...they had at least one immune in quarantine but all they did was observe him, he said. Took enough blood to see if he was contracting it, but not to use it for any actual treatment. In the end, it didn't matter because nothing worked. You were immune or you died from it."

She gave a shiver and wrapped her arms around the mound of her stomach, the flat, dead tone of her voice scaring her just a little.