Jack and the other two exited the dilapidated building from the rear and found themselves in a small concrete lot. It, too, was largely barren, save for an empty dumpster and some junk in a corner. Jack's eyes paused on a large, hazy hill just beyond the lot. It was covered in naked trees and brown grass, and Jack couldn't take his eyes off it.
"I'm gonna have to go up there," he announced.
Jack and the two climbed the short trail up to the hill. At the summit, there was a small wooden sign upon which some rough characters had been scraped. Jack stared at it for a long time.
"Z, 3 :34," Jack read aloud.
The others saw the sign and wondered.
