They reached the other side of the road and stepped on the grass turf that rolled into the large park ahead. In the moonlight, Hunter could see the faint silhouette of park benches, decrepit and rusted swings and slides in the forgotten playground. These shapes made him cautious despite how harmless in nature they may have seemed. Even though this was the most direct path back to his plane, he saw danger behind every bush and tree.
He walked cautiously, disturbed by the silence. He would have assumed that this would be someone's turf. New Jerusalem seemed to be cut into slices of territory by one group or another. While there was the possibility he might have been paranoid in assuming they were invading someone's exclusive territory, Hunter had an instinct he was not wrong.
“Stay close,”
