Having more survival companions was usually a good thing, meaning more hands to help in emergencies.
But these colleagues gave me an uneasy feeling. They seemed clueless about hunting and just wanted to mooch off others' efforts, wasting precious food resources.
For the rest of the day, I had to comb the beach for food just to keep Jennifer and myself fed.
The next morning, as I listened to the waves and slowly opened my eyes to watch the sunrise, my thoughts turned to hunting, particularly that wildcat I'd run into the night before.
A moment later, as I stretched and stood up, I spotted Quentin outside the tent. He was craning his neck like a turtle, his lustful eyes fixed intently on something inside.
I crept up behind him and called out playfully, "Mr. Vale, what's so interesting i
