Novelas y relatos de Fences

After carefully analyzing the route and comparing it with the plans Tony had found before, we continued through the woods according to Ryuu's instructions. We climbed a small hill and finally saw it—a ten-foot-tall barbed wire fence with watch towers. “Son of a bitch,” Kaiden breathed out as his eyes took in the ridiculously well-guarded facility. “I've seen prisons with less security.” My lips formed a thin line. “Well, now we know for sure that the tunnels are the only way in.”

The body hung limp in the barbed wire, swaying slightly in the breeze. From this distance, I couldn’t make out the details—whether it was fresh or long-dead—but the sight of it was enough to send a chill crawling up my spine. It was a message, clear as day: Keep out. Ben cursed under his breath, his eyes scanning the fence. “This doesn’t look good.”

But the fact that it gives ME that feeling—yeah they knew what they were doing when it was designed; I don’t scare easily. The huge property is surrounded by the tallest fence I’ve ever laid eyes upon. It’s at least twenty feet tall and made of solid cast iron, but it’s coated in silver. I can smell it from inside the car. The larger posts are set close, every four to five feet, and the vertical bars are really close too, about two inches apart. I’m not sure even a squirl could fit through the gaps. The finials running along the top are a beautiful embellished fleur de lis pattern that look razor sharp, and the top section of bars splits into three parts. Creating a pretty but functional det

The gate closed again. More people walked away, but I made my way towards the fence and stood in front of the spot I’d picked out. I started to stretch, still looking at the fence. It was sturdy, but it was also old and made of cement bricks. Getting up would be easy though there were little to no footholds. Avoiding the barbed wire was the tricky part.

“The fence. It surrounds the heartlands now. Five hundred feet of pure warded ashwood and magic-gold stone.” My brows lifted slightly. When I'd arrived, I had noticed how the fence towered towards the sky. “That tall?” He nodded once. “I made sure no pack could walk into our lands without earning it.” The old warriors looked at him with respect. He glanced at me then. “But even fences have their limits.” “They’re testing them?” “Every other day. Scouting parties. Hollow warriors dressed like traders. I’ve killed twelve.” “And buried them?” “No,” Tarius said simply. “I hung them on the fence. Hollow knows what happens to trespassers.”

When Jason made his way back to the three of us I asked him, “What do you think?” “I think we need to secure the entire fence line on this side of the property. Right now, it’s just a flimsy wire fence and chicken wire. I say we keep what’s here and enforce it on the other side. We need to add an 8-foot-high wood structure with what’s already here, add cameras, and motion sensors. I would stagger both the cameras and motions sensors, so nobody could pinpoint the location of them from the freeway side. I would also add some low-growth shrubbery to both sides of the fence. Motion activated lighting would be a good benefit as well.” “What about border patrols?”

False Guide (Vera's POV) The fence sagged inward like it had given up. Rust flaked under my fingers when I pushed it aside. The metal groaned, loud in the quiet. Too loud. “This place is dead,” Dax muttered behind me. “Dead doesn’t mean empty,” Jace said. I didn’t answer. My skin prickled. The compound sat low and wide, half swallowed by vines and pine needles. Broken satellite dishes leaned at odd angles, like snapped wings. Windows were boarded up, but not carefully. Someone had left in a hurry.

Three Hours Earlier After meticulously comparing the coordinates with the architectural plans Manny had uncovered, we pressed deeper into the forest, following Zhenhai’s instructions step by step. We scaled a narrow hill and then we saw it. A ten-foot-high fence, coiled with barbed wire, loomed ahead. Watchtowers framed its corners like sentinels from a nightmare. “Son of a bitch,” Renzo muttered, stunned by the sight. His eyes swept across the fortified compound. “I’ve seen maximum-security prisons with less protection.”

She looked around-at the empty land, the silence, the fact that there was quite literally nowhere else to go. "...I hate this place," she muttered, climbing out. The ground was uneven under her shoes, the air warmer out here, and the quiet heavier. Lane had already made his way to the fence line, crouching slightly to inspect something. Mia walked over slowly, arms crossed. "Well,' she said. "Is the fence okay, or should I be deeply concerned?" He didn't look up. "Wires loose." She blinked. "That's it?" "That's it."

Several infected jerked toward the sudden light and scrambled after it, pulling pressure off the fence for a few precious seconds. “That worked,” Eli breathed beside him. “Do it again,” Caleb snapped. Eli grabbed another lantern with shaking hands. The fence shuddered again as a larger Infected hit the middle section. The chain-link buckled, but the rope anchors absorbed part of the force and dragged the support post backward rather than letting it collapse. Evelyn felt the impact through the mud beneath her boots. If they hadn’t reinforced it, the fence would already be down. People knew it. She could see it landing across the compound in quick, frightened glances.