Deadfall: Hunters Read Free Page A

it was just another abandoned coastal town, once a haven for flocks of tourists paying to be in the sun. As we rounded the coast into the sound though, we noticed, at least from our coastal view, that it was quite zombie-free. In fact, we hadn’t seen a single one in the half hour of sailing we had done within sight of the town. We began debating making a test stop here when Aaron, who had been peering closer at the map than the rest of us, pointed out a potential bonanza: an airport.
    It had been our experience that airports nearly always had at least one useful or helpful item. We sailed around a bend and up a river until we found some piers and a marina. There were many boats sunk next to the piers. Thankfully, yet again, not a single zombie was seen. Maybe they had all moved up to Darien. Regardless, and despite our increasing excitement, we anchored and stayed onboard for the rest of the day.
    The following day, the sky was clear and the only sounds I could hear were the waves and birds. With that airport just a few miles in, we felt that the potential benefits far outweighed the possible risk. We would walk to the airport instead of trying to find a ride to avoid detection and noise, but would find some kind of vehicle once there if we could in order to flee. The great thing is that we found nothing on the way there.
    The place was empty, deserted. As we walked through the town toward the airport, we still walked cautiously, always listening for the telltale sounds, but we never ran into any of the walkers. It was rare that you found a former residential area this cleared of zombies unless it had been done so intentionally. As we discussed this among ourselves, our first concern was the potential “bad” guy we might run across. Our distaste of zombies was only surpassed by our aversion to those still alive that took advantage of other living. We were made a little more nervous by the fact that we weren’t that well-armed. Between the three of us, myself, Aaron and Tague, we had one gun, a spear, and a bat. We weren’t exactly packing.
    We continued walking into the town, always with a cautious eye out for either living or dead, but never ran into anyone or anything. We reached the airport after having taken notes on a few homes we might think about raiding at some later point on our way out of town. We radioed back to the boat where Maxie and Lucy were to let them know we had reached the airport safely and then began our search.
    Our first item of search was always fuel. We didn't have any real important need for fuel on the boat, but we always marked any possible locations of large amounts of fuel on the map just in case we would have need of it in the future. It was no different here. Airplane fuel just hadn't been in high demand when everyone was fleeing the rising hordes and we found several thousand gallons stored here. The actual amount was hard to pinpoint and we could only guesstimate what was down in some underground tanks as well as two above ground tanks. This airport was certainly a reasonably sized one for such a small coastal community, but with the types of houses we had gone by on our way to the airport, it's easy to see why such a nice airport existed here in the first place.
    We also found several tanks full of fresh water, which is something that would have been a godsend just a few weeks ago, but not that critical now. Plus, just the thought of trying to transport the water to the boat was taxing; it just wouldn’t have been feasible. We also found a few other odds and ends, propane tanks, and tools that might come in handy, and even some batteries. But none of these things were near our greatest find here. In fact, our greatest find actually found us.
    He spotted us the moment we had entered the airport and hidden away, I guess, to follow us and determine our risk to him. At some point he must have thought we were enough of a non-risk because he showed himself to us. To be accurate, he got up