They left the vehicles almost a kilometer back, hidden under the collapsed overpass of an old highway, and walked the rest of the way in the dark.
Nobody talked. The only sounds were their boots on broken asphalt and the wind moving through the long grass that had swallowed the fields out here. The city was far behind them now. Out this far there were no buildings, only open land and the occasional burned-out farmhouse, and the night sky stretched huge and black overhead.
Then they crested a low hill, and Ryu raised his hand.
Everyone stopped and dropped low in the grass.
The prison sat in the hollow below them.
