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</div>Havenshire and Idris Bellucci.  As an Englishman, any place ending in shire gave Elias a warm feeling of home.  He'd hidden the Landrover in some bushes nearby and climbed a tall pine near the edge of the woods.  He'd learned tree climbing from a lumberjack he'd befriended while on one of his geological digs.  When surveying topographic features, it turned out to be useful to survey the ground from above. Especially in an area where weather and plants changed the topography so quickly.<br/><br/>But in this case, he was up a tree with binoculars focused on the fortified farm in the distance.  The log walls must have taken some time to build.  There didn't seem to be any undead walking the fields surrounding the fort.  But he could hear them somewhere nearby in the woods.  Timing would be critical.  If he drove up and no one opened the gate, he'd have to prepare to drive away before drawing too much attention from the undead.<br/><br/>Climbing down the tree, he kept his eyes on the ground, looking for any unwanted company.  Once he'd touched the ground, he unsheathed the sword from his back.  The samurai sword was almost 800 years old, yet as sharp as the day it was made.  Elias hurried as quietly as possible back to the Landrover.  Backing it out of the bushes, he made a direct line for the front gate of Havenshire, hoping for a quick entry and a hospitable reception.<br/><br/>Pulling up to the gate, Elias debated honking his horn, but decided to wait.  There appeared to be cameras up on the top of the logs on either side of the gate, pointed down in his direction.  It would be preferable to enter with as little noise as possible, given the undead lurking in the woods.