While everyone’s been watching Corpus Christi get wiped off the map, Cain and his partner spent nearly a month inside Gaston’s eye. They sent Annie some pictures for a while until the Internet went out.
This is all we’ve got.
Matthew sent this just before the storm. Cain paid for a case of Jim Beam for the bar but got ten. But who’ll collect it now?
All right, now here’s Cain’s selfie from when Gaston made landfall last month. Just a tropical depression at that point.
Eye weather: Yellow skies, light rain. It stretches from McFaddin to south of Woodsboro. It’s… not a lot of people in there.
Cain and Matthew dining on raisins, stale marshmallows, and bourbon. Two weeks after landfall.
So this is Cain venturing out to the Motes’ Ranch. He’s never been there, obviously. The sign on the right says, “Patrolled by Rattlesnakes, Attack Dogs and the Second Amendment.” They should add hurricane, am I right?
Um, okay, see how all the lights are on in the compound? They’re off the grid. Mote and his friends have been in non-stop party mode this whole time. That banner reads, “Thanks Gaston” and that one’s, “Free from Tyranny.”
All right, the next sixty shots are just pages from the contract Cain had to sign to borrow generators or use Mote property. They get kind of blurry, because Cain was getting kind of drunk.
Then she got this text from Matthew at 7:05: “Theyy know ABOUT THE BORBON! THEIR NOT GETTING IT!”
Nothing since then.
I think Cain’s going after them. I think he’s scared, and wasted, and I know you can’t do anything until the storm finally ends but will you send someone in there to find him? Yes, we’ll wait. I know. We’ll wait.
Wait Cain.