The prison-tribe is officially infected. The killer flu has infiltrated some of the group’s most valued members (Sasha and Glen are sick!), 12 have died and the chances of disease control through isolation and/or obtaining veterinary antibiotics at a site 50 miles away, are slim and getting slimmer. Sickness is quickly running through the prison; graves are continuously being dug, morale is low and fear is increasing. Still, Beth reminds us that each person in the prison has a job to do. There is no time to mourn loved ones in the zombie apocalypse. While the prison-tribe does have food and shelter, it is important to remember that government structures are nonexistent. The characters are basically working toward agency in a completely dystopic setting with no help from from any larger established system, specifically organized political systems, law enforcement and public health.
