It was an unusually harsh winter that year, and rumors were rife that a new strain of Ebola had been spotted in the southern states.

Our community stayed well-fed thanks to the efforts of the hunters and gatherers, who kept the kitchen supplied so I could do my “loaves and fishes” thing.

Some of the residents got nasty colds and one had to have an emergency appendectomy, but for the most part, Sonia’s healing talents weren’t needed.

Janette, meanwhile, worked with the community’s blacksmiths to repair infrastructure and shore up defenses. She built a new bread oven for the communal kitchen and gifted everyone little metal forks that could be used to safely eat spoiled food.

The matriarch, Belinda of VA, tried her best to convince Janette to stay—hal...

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