They walked deeper into the woods. Within a minute, the sentry and his post could no longer be seen. The trees had just begun to form buds and the bare branches hovered over them like the spindly hands of a forest full of demons. Under foot were the brown, desiccated, cast off leaves of the prior season.
After they had gone about a mile, the woods gave way to a large clearing. There were several wooden huts scattered about, some of them with curls of smoke emanating from their decrepit chimneys. In the middle was a larger structure, more carefully constructed from its appearance. In front was a covered porch and a series of wooden steps which led to the ground. Lucy observed a couple of pick up trucks with large tires suitable for off road driving and what looked like a World War Two era
