In just a few minutes, they approached Fisherman's Wharf. As they neared, Elijah vacated the helm, allowing Sophia to take control.
Instead of heading straight into the dock, Sophia steered towards a nearby fishing boat.
"That's our fishing boat. My brother is on it!" Sophia explained.
The luxurious yacht stood out starkly against the modest fishing boats, drawing the attention of several nearby survivors who peeked out curiously.
"There are quite a few survivors here," Elijah noted, spotting four or five people immediately.
"They're all survivors from around here. With too many zombies on the shore, the sea became a safer refuge. Whether they knew how to sail or not, they all ended up on boats," Sophia said as she carefully maneuvered the yacht closer to her family's fishing boat.
At that moment, a young boy emerged from the fishing boat.
He looked about fifteen or sixteen, still school-aged.
