Free Deadfall: Hunters by Richard Flunker

resourceful girl, she was still only thirteen. The ante was raised considerably though, when Blevin offered to come with us as well.
    “I can easily pull the weight of both of us,” he laughed, “and more.”
    While we first thought it better to have him go with the group to protect them, he pointed out that the caravan would have a heavy supply of weapons to use and would want to be on the move instead of stopping, where he was most handy. I will admit that, the thought of having our own personal walking tank with us seemed like a great proposition. So it was decided. We would lose two members of our group, but pick up two more.
    We spent the next two days assembling the caravan, stocking up on fuel and food, and getting ready to leave. Tague and I brought back a few of Cain’s weapons with us, most of them going with the caravan, but we did bring back the stash of swords. We also found some crossbows and bolts along with assorted knives and blades and some throwing axes.
    We spent that last day together just enjoying each other’s company. It sounds corny, but that’s what it was. The caravan was ready to go and the women were making some last minute raids into the town to find useful items. Aaron and Lucy helped us load the boat up with our new supplies and then we spent the afternoon on the boat, just talking. While the women and girls had their own feast on the island, a farewell to hell feast, we ate on the boat, along with our two new guests. We talked about how everything had happened, all the small stories we had gathered these past months. Blevin and Janine listened intently to our stories and then related some of their own. Considering all that had happened just a few days past, it was such an enjoyable evening, just eating and talking.
    It was hard to say goodbye. The group was breaking up again, but at least this time, it was on our own terms. I had no idea if I’d ever see them again and I would certainly miss them.
    The next morning, we said goodbye to two of our companions.
    I hope I see them again.
    We sailed down past the island and quickly left Miami behind as a strong wind pulled us south in a hurry. We reached the southern tip of the Keys in three days and we have been here now just to rest up and find any new supplies we can use.
    The boat is a new place now. Blevin is loud and laughs loudly all the time it seems. Janine, dark in her own way, adapted quickly to the motion of the sea and is actually proving to be very helpful on the boat. Tomorrow we leave America behind and sail across the Strait of Florida and make for the coast of Cuba. We are in hurricane season, so we need to be really mindful about which storms we chase for water.
    More unknown awaits us. Beyond Cuba is our destination. This better be worth it.

Entry 75 – Cuba
     
    We’ve crossed down the Straits of Florida after a quick pit stop along the Keys. Those small islands were a complete mess of zombies just waiting to pick off anyone dumb enough to go on land. We floated down past all those small ports and towns, the tourist resorts, and saw more than we wanted to deal with. We did dock alongside a few derelict boats just so Maxie could go on board and steal some supplies. Of course, were not stealing from anyone anymore.
    Then it was off across the blue ocean toward the eastern side of Cuba.
    The sail across the strait was uneventful. We spent the time to really get to know Blevin and Janine as best as we could. Blevin had no shortage of stories, either from before or after Deadfall. He liked to talk. He talked so much at times, he would stop mid story, and admit he had just made everything up just to talk. He’d then laugh. It’s still hard to believe he was involved with the mercenaries.
    Janine was the direct opposite. She shared very little of her past, granted there was very little. She did ask many questions though, about us. We answered as best we could. There was something dark about that girl which bothered me more