Haven Farm

Havermouth, A few days after the storm

They pulled off the main roads, and wove into the back tracks, far beyond the region that Lyric was familiar with before pulling into a farm. A graveled car park was filled with black vehicles and the light that spilled out of the windows of a farmhouse cottage cast moving shadows in the tinted windows that gave them the impression of being occupied.

On the porch swung a sign “Haven Farm”. It was not a place that Lyric would consider a haven.

As the soldiers dragged her and Niarthen from the 4WD, she could see tidy rows of vegetable gardens, but the vegetables appeared to be rotting unharvested. A travesty, she thought as they were hustled up the narrow pathways between them. Beyond the gardens, she could see some smaller cottages, and a campsite of little tents, as well as several makeshift gun-towers, in which she could see soldiers tracking their movements.

Floodlights lit the area in glaring, unforgiving white light.

Beyond that area, they we