I turned and saw what held his fascination. There was a heavy chain-link fence that had to be at least twelve feet high. At the top of it was a type of spiral wire with sharp bits of metal coming out of it. Brother Michael called it razor wire. I could see another, duplicate fence about twenty feet from the one we were looking at and another beyond that.
There were some small buildings further inside the last fenced area and a very large one with a single tall smokestack coming out of it. There was black smoke coming from the top of the stack. The wind was blowing away from us, so we didn’t get any taste/smell of the smoke.
My brother was making a growling noise. I brought my gaze down and saw what he was looking at. There was a number of Them inside the last fence, as well as a lot of humans. They seemed to be pushing and hitting the humans, driving them toward the building with the smokestack. None of the humans were fighting back.
Protector spoke in the language of ‘the people,' “This is not a town. This is something else, something twisted.”
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