Megan laughed a little in between sniffles. "If you're right this time, I get to be right about the next thing," she teased. "I understand that, but it's so frustrating. It's been a month and a half almost and they still don't know where the bloody virus came from or how they're going to make a cure or if they can vaccinate us from getting the fucking thing."
She sighed again, she was letting her anger at their current situation get out of control and the angrier she got, the more she wanted to cry. Sure, she cried when she was sad or upset, but if she was angry, the tears were worse.
"I know you can," she said softly. "We have enough on our plates thinking about protecting ourselves once again. Will this war ever be over? We all thought it would end with the Dark Lord's reign, but it seems as though there will always be someone else to stand up and take the last one's place."