The park is an awkward distance from the apartment - too far to walk in the cold, but only ten minutes by car. They drive there a few hours after sunset, in Otter’s car, and don’t say a word to each other the whole way there. Landis looks silently out the window and drums his fingers on his jeans, watching as the scenery gradually turns from forest and old, brick buildings to modern houses. He had assumed the park would be in a more rural area of Antlers, but it’s hidden in the middle of the suburbs, down a driveway between two fast food joints. Otter parks at one of the latter establishments and they walk the rest of the way to the park entrance, the driveway turning into a long, winding road paved only by loose gravel.
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