The first of our number succumbed Friday night. We made him as comfortable as we could and kept vigilant watch that no other victim should be taken. We quarantined him. We fortified our defenses with bleach and Lysol. But it was all to no avail. By Sunday, five of the six of us had fallen.
Still, we guard our one survivor, the youngest of us, with everything we have. As of this writing, he remains untouched. We clutch our Lysol and pray that our good fortune holds.