Con
There's a town. There's the prison. If I have to, I'll hike out and bring the meds back, and we'll light out when you're strong enough to travel. I'll leave you with wood, and food, and ammo. But we can't winter here if you keep taking sick. The cold's too hard on your immune system. You could get bronchitis. Pneumonia.
No. I won't lose you. I'll find us a better place, or I'll find a way to make this place better.