Ryan followed after the others, falling into step close beside Amy. Even though they had escaped the fighting, at least for now, he still didn't feel like they were safe. He had never been much of a woodsman or an athlete, having avoided boy scouts, sports, camping trips, and the like as much as he could as a kid. So here, he really was out of his element. The dark, spindly shadows of tree branches overhead, the crunch of leaves under their feet, the gentle sighing of wind and the constant chirp of crickets and other woodland creatures were all strange to him.
But underneath Ryan's insecurities about being out here in the sticks, there was another feeling, one of curiosity, and potential freedom. The darkness and the cool night air, with none of the familiar noxious fumes or flashing lights, was scary yet intriguing at the same time. It was the same kind of feeling that a small child would get when venturing onto the roof of their house with their father for the very first time. Fear mingled with curious wonder.
Besides, it appeared there was greater abundance of objects here that could be goo'd. Hell, the very ground beneath them was basically made up of thousands of objects. Rocks, leaves, bits of wood, etc. Not to mention the thousands of leaves covering the ground and all the sticks, branches, rotting logs, and trees themselves. Yea, maybe this place wasn't so bad.
