It was hard to believe that there was danger beyond the fence. But there was.
People crossed over and didn’t return. Vanished. Gone.
It became a shunned place.
A place where after consuming enough beers you dared each other to go beyond the broken fence.
The fence itself was a warning. Bent and broken from the fury of families who had lost loved ones.
We sent a drone over the fence, high above filming the area.
There was nothing but bush and scrub, but on occasion articles of clothing could be seen hanging from branches. That was small compensation for the families.
More so was the feeling that as the drone circled it was being watched and even worse was the feeling that as we watched, whatever was down there was watching us.
We took a collective breath of air and decided to leave well enough alone, for now.
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