"Fewer than ten people? You can only see three men and one woman right now?"
Hearing Eugene's words, Gavin couldn't help frowning. He rose from his seat in the RV, went to the window, and picked up the binoculars.
He wiped the condensation off the window, then raised the binoculars for a look.
Eugene was exactly right. Their vehicle was parked in front of the Pine Mountain Forest Park sign. It was a Grand Cherokee.
Three men and one woman were positioned beside the Cherokee.
One man stood at the front with his arms folded, while a man and a woman leaned against the vehicle, silently watching his convoy.
The last man sat in the Cherokee's driver's seat with the window open, his arms resting on the window frame. He leaned his head out and seemed to be saying something.
After checking on the four of them, Gavin shifted his binoculars to scan the area around the Cherokee.
Pine Mountain Forest Park wasn't famous. It was a minor attraction in Pine Mountain Town; at least, Gavin had never heard of it before.
The park's sign and front gate were somewhat dilapidated already. The Zombie Fungus had left them looking even worse, though the lettering was still legible.
Behind the park sign, the road leading into the forest and toward Pine Mountain was choked with dry weeds over three feet
tall, making it impossible to tell whether anyone was hiding in them.
Still, there were at least no signs of vehicles passing through those dense weeds.
And on the dusty road around the Grand Cherokee, there was only a single set of tire tracks, left by the Cherokee itself.
The thick dust made those tracks especially clear.
After that brief inspection, Gavin lowered his binoculars, picked up his radio, and spoke