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some sweet guns. They wouldn’t take down a charging gator, but they may give one enough incentive to find something else to eat.  
    Feeling more prepared, he was turning to decide what to do with the kid when the sounds of moaning filled the heavy air.  
    Rooster looked around, brought the gun up and hissed, “Crap balls!”

Chapter Eight
    All around him, bodies began to move. Groans of pain and confusion were everywhere, even coming from places he couldn’t see. It was like one of those zombie flicks where the dead all rise from their graves at the same time.  
    Only this was worse. These weren’t zombies, and he didn’t want to go around shooting them in the head. Unless, of course, they tried to attack him again. Shit, he wasn’t sure he could do that to the girls even if they handed his ass to him again.  
    He found a stone in the sand and sat down, waiting to see what the final living count would be.  
     
    Liz woke up feeling like a spear had lanced her skull in two. The rest of her body didn’t feel much better. Her head rested on the Italian guy’s thigh. She heard him grumble, and from the sound of it, he wasn’t in much better shape.  
    Maddie!  
    Despite the pain, she sat up quickly and looked for her sister.  
    “Maddie, where are you?”
    She looked over the side of the boat and found her sister on all fours, marshaling her strength to get up.  
    “I’m fine, Liz,” she said. “Just taking inventory.”
    Relief almost swept Liz off her feet. She carefully straddled the edge of the boat and dropped down onto the sand. Maddie rushed over to her and they hugged.  
    “I thought for a moment I lost you,” Liz said, holding back tears.  
    “I’m not that easy to kill,” Maddie replied with a pained laugh.  
    “Uuungh.” The middle-aged guy who had landed alongside Maddie struggled to open his eyes. They knelt down to help him.  
    “What happened?” he said, grimacing when he attempted to roll to his side.  
    “We crashed,” Liz said. “My sister and I took that guy out, but we didn’t count on losing total control of the boat.”
    “My wife, is she okay?”
    Liz looked at the boat. “I…I don’t know. I saw her in the boat. You want me to check for you?”
    He nodded, too dazed to do it himself. Maddie kept by his side while Liz went back to the boat. The woman was coming to, along with the nerdy guy who was fingering the space in his mouth where some missing teeth used to be. The Italian kid was on his knees and massaging his jaw.  
    “Hey, is everyone all right?”  
    Her head jerked in the direction of the voice. The pilot—she thought he’d said his name was Mick or Mike—limped toward them. His face was covered in blood that was still seeping from an unseen wound under his cap.  
    “We’re alive, but far from all right,” she answered. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
    “It’s in a metal box by the stern. I’ll come up and get it. Think I might need a few things out of it myself.” He wiped a palmful of blood off his forehead and out of his eyes.  
    For the first time, Liz took note of the heat and mosquitoes. It was exactly the way she imagined hell would feel. The buzzing swarm was a roiling, black mass that had descended on everything and everyone.  
    The nerdy guy scratched a fingernail into the cloth of a seat-back. She watched with revulsion as he extracted a pair of bloody, cracked teeth. He put them in his pocket, turned to her and smiled.  
    “You never know. If I get back to the hotel, I’ll put these under my pillow and maybe the tooth fairy will give me a dollar.” He tried to laugh, but it came out as a racking cough, causing him to spit up a quivering gob of blood.  
    “My head!” someone else was shouting. “I think my head is broken! Madonna mia , I think I’m gonna puke.”
    Liz saw the other Italian guy, this one on the sand about fifteen feet from the boat, rock from side to side on his back, holding the sides of his head