"Is this your idea of a date?" Diane asked me as we passed through the threatening stares around us.
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad of a place," I told her.
"Rick, they haven't taken their eyes off us since we got here," Diane kept complaining.
"Hey, hottie~" one of the men in the crowd called out to Diane when he saw her pass by.
When I turned to see where that whistle at Diane had come from, I found myself facing multiple men staring at us, and from their faces, it was pretty hard to tell which one had done it. I could have killed all of them right there for that disrespect, but I let it go. If the person I was looking for heard about the carnage, I would have come here for nothing.
We were a little ways from the borders of Greenville. Northwest of the town, beyond the forest, there was a camp protected by the terrain, as if it were a dome without a top.
