There isn't much of value, though: you find bullet casings, broken blades, a Red Sox hat. There's probably more under the snow, or lost in the cold water. The most interesting find is a saddle that looks exactly like the one that Bane wore. It's burned and blackened, but when you turn it over, you can read J.L. HEANEY, MAKER. HADLEY, MA. You've seen Hadley on maps—it's just a few miles away. You're going to need to investigate this "J.L. Heaney."
You head downslope and find yourself standing over a half-frozen bog: a maze of tiny islands and hillocks, surrounded by gelid black water. A badly defaced standing stone rises crookedly out of the mud. The air is warm with rot that makes you gag. Flies seek your eyes and nostrils. But you force yourself to think clearly, because this place looks familiar—especially that crooked standing stone. You've never been here before but…have you seen a picture?
Wait, you remember. You pull out the Field Notes.
The zigzags are a map. There's the standing stone, there's the large hillock…
You're sure this is important. But the map represents hundreds of acres, and what good is a map without a destination? You scout as far as you dare, but though it's strangely warm down in the marsh, the sun is setting, and you don't want to get trapped here at night. You feel like you'll be back here, though…once you know where you're going. You turn away from the marsh and head back into the woods.
The sun has set and it's bitterly cold and windy by the time you reach the Veterans Hospital. You warm up in the garden center before the bus comes.
Still without shelter, you head back to the abandoned house, but then you spot a police SUV sitting with its lights off across the street. You fade back into the tangle of woods and fields that exist off the Map and hurry across town as the temperature drops until you reach a shipping container you noticed earlier. You repeat your trick with free newspapers and broken sticks. The fire this time gives off foul black smoke, and barely warms the metal container, but you're still able to get a few hours of sleep.
Freezing rain in the night: when you awaken in the morning, the world is frozen and sparkling. Shimmering little rills of melting water run past your waterproof boots. You can't stop shaking, even after a half-hour of moving around. This can't go on. You need shelter.
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