Rooms

  The trail leading from the thicket opens up into an expansive field of

dried-up grass and bushes surrounded by a fencing of half-dead trees. 

Scattered throughout the field are a number of tents and lean tos, the lot

of them seeming as though a faint breeze could knock them over.  Campfires

dot the depraved landscape, each one circled by a dozen men or more.  As you

begin to step further into the field, you cannot shrug off the feeling of

someone following your every move.