After my son turned so did my neighbor. He lost all his trust in me and no longer wanted any kind of association to occur between the two of us. I did all I could to convince him he just never gave me back his trust. I tried to bring up what if it were your child who was infected and you had him caged up in your house. He continuously neglected what I was saying and responded that it's not his child it's mine and that's the end of the discussion. I was stunned as if lighting struck down directly hitting me. I knew that it was now me myself and I against the world, and there wasn't a soul with me. Me and my son used to search and scavenge for food together but without him I must find a way to make a living by myself. Being alone I no longer have anyone to pick me up if I fall or help me when I get in a sophisticated situation.My life, my hands, everything is now up to me. After a while I wondered would times always be like this? Is this it? Will times forever be this way? Then one day I heard screams from next door so I grabbed a weapon and went that way. I kick in the door and see my neighbor on his two knees crying because his son was bitten. I looked him dead in the eye and said your on your own pal and casually walked away.