Things have taken a turn for the worse. The water supply has been cut off. Phil and Mike went up to the surface to see what was wrong, to try and fix it. Only Phil came back down. He hasn't been able to say what happened to Mike. We held a small service for him at sundown, before we sealed the hatches.
Mike was bitten. Phil killed him. It's a kindness, really.
Three more people are sick. Mama makes us wear rags tied around our faces so that we don't catch it. Still no water. Mama's getting weaker. She talked about Emily today. She could hardly breathe by the end, even though she couldn't cry. There's not enough moisture left in her for tears.