It was true that Annie was unfamiliar with the name [i]Newfoundland[/i]. One of the things the stranger would discover about her people – [i]if[/i] he was allowed to remain, that is – was that they had lost much of their knowledge of the world beyond their own island. 

Ironically, that loss of knowledge had been intentional, not an unfortunate result of the isolation of the apocalypse. The Elders of generations gone had made the decision that their people were better off not believing there was more out there to be seen and explored.

He asked, “Can we walk the shoreline? I'd like to see if anyone else made it. I can't believe I'm the only one.”

Annie stood tall on the massive boulder above King, studied him for a moment, then pulled out a horn and blew into it several times. She told him, “You have to wait. I have to show you to others.”

Over the next couple of minutes, Clan members alerted by the specific pattern of horn blows would rush to Annie from the village hidden just beyond a curve in the cliffside to the north. They would be armed with bows and spears.