Steve contemplates this. A cure? He considered himself the cure until now with death the only way out of the nightmare for each of them so far. He has no idea though, this was beyond him. All he could do was survive. Go his own way and forge ahead on his own path. He scribbles on the notepad again but he knows the boy is searching for answers about other things.
His mind was exploring the overall situation, his mouth really asking the question in a way he couldn’t shape into words. If his mam and the others were now just like everyone else, if they were bitten and sick like this guy here, could they be cured?
Steve writes on the notepad, answering that question rather than the one he asked.
MAYBE, BUT I’M NOT SURE YET