Yeah, so before heading towards one of the little local towns that nobody has heard from for a while the wife creature and I had "the talk." If there's people you care about left alive you know the talk I mean. Short form is nobody who is bit comes back. You take out as many as you can until you feel the change and then end it. The horrible reality is that somebody who brushed up against the wrong barbed wire fence or rubbed their eyes with the wrong hand might not know right away, but the only thing you can really do for those you care about is haul ass as soon as any symptoms show up.
Nobody really has any idea how many people in the initial burn through died because they tried to take care of, or get back to, people they loved. Maybe most of the ones who died did so for just that reason. Yeah, hard stuff. But anybody who hasn't had "the talk" with those around them is just kidding themselves.