As Diogo steps to the side I take his spot, feeling the heat of the fire sweep over me. I fling the names of my loved ones into the fire; my parents, grandparents, brother and Emery. We lost her almost two months after she'd been bitten. She didn't turn, but she was never able to recover from the injuries she'd sustained. In the end, her death had been almost a relief. Every passing day was agony for her as she continued to grow weaker and weaker until she could no longer eat or ...