“There are still cities?” Emmanuel asks. “With survivors in them?”
“Yes. But they’re dangerous places now. The only safe places are the military-run survivors’ camps. There’s one just north of here. You should go. You’d be safe there.”
“I’m safe here,” Emmanuel replies. “No one bothers me. The only thing that worries me are the deformed people, but they just sail right past.”
I pause, my attention suddenly alerted. “Wait,” I say. “What do you mean they sail right past?”
Emmanuel prods the fire with a stick nonchalantly. “Well, they don’t know I’m here. It’s not like I have a boat or anything that would draw their attention to me.”
Molly’s eyes suddenly snap wide open as she comes to the same realization as me. Our boat is tied to the jetty in full view. We didn’t even think to hide it
