She’d nearly reached the top of the hill, one of the tallest in the entire camp. Truthfully, she wasn’t completely sure where the legal boundaries were located but she guessed that it didn’t matter much anymore. Most of the trees were cedars, but there was one majestic oak that stood out. Swinging a rope over the lowest branch, just out of her reach, Abby began to climb.

Obtaining her goal after several minutes, Abby hooked one leg around the branch upon which she was sitting. She pulled a pair of binoculars out of her pack and began to survey as far as she could see, starting with the space closest to her.

Not thrilled about actually going inside, considering that this was, after all, a latrine, Abby hesitated then flung open the cellar-type door. Naturally, it was dark, but she could see the stone stairs descending.

Straining to both see and hear, she unclipped a flashlight from her pack and shined it down those stairs.