This was relentless work. Each time we drove into a different area, we instantly got a sense of the local community's fear and dread. The people knew what having a Red Cross convoy driving into their area could mean.
We arrived in the next village just a few miles around the corner.
Bassi Kargbo had lived here. He had been showing classic symptoms of Ebola, so he had gone to a holding centre to be checked.
His neighbours said it was unclear why he returned home later that day, but he died in the middle of the night.
As his body was brought out into the community, the piercing sound of grief filled the air.