What a difficult decision, even a fool could figure it out. The only one clear-headed among us would have destroyed every infected person, according to the record book, since none of us are getting out of here anyway. He couldn't face the parents and children of the others if he left alone, so they might as well all die here together.
That person planned to commit murder-suicide, leaving the supplies for any future arrivals.
We don't know where these people died, but when we arrived we didn't see any bodies. Of course, if their bodies were in the desert, they wouldn't last a single night before being dragged off and eaten by other creatures.
Mike put away the record book and called everyone to sort out the supplies, figuring out how much food we had so we could plan our daily consumption.
The road out is still long ahead, we can't afford to throw parties with this food, we still have to plan our meals.
