Hopefully I survive.
Ack, I read this book for school about this lady and the love of her life trying to run away from a hurricane. Somehow they didn't die from the hurricane, but the husband died because he was trying to protect the lady from a rabid dog that was being carried by the waters of the hurricane... and he got bit. And got rabies. And so she was trying to take care of him, but he was slowly becoming insane from the rabies and eventually started hurting her, so I think she was going to shoot him with a shotgun because she didn't want to get killed by him, but I have a feeling he ended up shooting himself to protect her.
It was quite depressing, now that I'm recalling this story.

Augh. I'm just gonna add some laughter here so this post doesn't seem so sad. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.