I parked in the lot, which was empty except for a few cars. I sat behind the wheel and checked out the recreational area. It was a large kidney-shaped grassy area cut into woods. The area was completely surrounded by the woods except for the parking lot, which was visible from the main road. There were picnic tables here and there, along with wooden shelters under which you could plant a grill and barbecue your heart out. There was plenty of open area for running and tossing around softballs and Frisbees. I saw big problems with the place. Tactically it was a nightmare; everybody within the area would be open to attack from anywhere along the tree line, and there were hundreds of yards of tree line and acres of woods in which Amy could hide. How could I possibly find her, in the dark woods, in time to stop her? It seemed impossible. It would take a horde of freaks like me, each one positioned at intervals just inside the woods so that one or another of them could get to her quickly. And even then actually stopping her would be a huge problem.
