Hunter ignored her, walking beside the fence to where it entered into the heavier woods beside us.

"This can't be the only entrance to the complex," he said. "How far around do you think the fence goes?"

"Too far to walk around before dusk," I said. "You can't even see the other side of the complex from here. There's just that wall of trees behind the buildings. We don't know where the fence loops around at in those woods, either."

"Maybe there is no fence on the other side," Hunter suggested. "Maybe it's not even electrified."

"I'm not going to grab it and find out," Janine grew wide-eyed, stepping back. "That's just stupid."

I looked back over at Hunter. I didn't intend to grab the fence, either. It was possible that the fence ended somewhere in the woods beside us, but I doubted it. Why bother putting up a fence in the first place, if someone could just walk around it?

"Security seems pretty relaxed," Hunter said. "The place looks like a ghost town."

How much is fact?

How much is fiction?