The ravine narrowed, cutting off the late afternoon light and plunging the path into premature twilight.
The settlement was a patch of tents built with scavenged plastic and tarps that clung to the rock face like barnacles, sheltered behind a natural choke point in the canyon.
The defensive perimeter was even worse. It consisted of felled pine trunks lashed together with wire and a few rusted car chassis dragged into the gap.
Reidar looked at the barrier and ran the numbers. A single Iron-Hide Behemoth would smash through that wood like it was dry kindling. The Church had failed to take this place either because they didn't know about it or because it was a convenient pen for their livestock.
The group had to stop far from the main camp for fear that the others would attack. They didn't know how Reidar would take an attack against his summons, so the survivors asked him to go down far from the place so that they could get to their base on foot.
