Kenna
When her dad and Terrell returned to camp, it was a welcome sight. Not because both were still alive—since the second man’s safety disinterested her—but because they carried a mountain of canned goods. “There’s a whole container full of the stuff,” Dakota announced, piling the valuable food into the back of the lead truck. “Can we get a few more guys together to round it all up? Or as much as we can take, anyway.”
Ken smiled. “Tell Darrin. He’ll get a group together.” After a moment of looking the two over, and wishing she didn’t notice the sweat on their brows or their disheveled clothing, Ken pried further. “Lucky you found something like that. Most of the places we’ve been through don’t have anything left.”
Her dad gave a guilty look that said all she needed to know, and much m
