I was sick and so was my seventh wife Sal. In fact she was a lot further on than me. In better days I might have cursed my luck at being saddled with a wife suffering from a terminal illness but I wasn’t alone. Around a fifth of the town’s population had died of the disease and everyone was infected. Death was everywhere. It surrounded us. It entangled its dirty fingers in every aspect of our lives. The only hope was the new project I was involved in, the one that was supposed to save us all.