A Message from the Otherside

The group had managed to make their way back onto the road before the unknown conclave of vehicles arrived at the farm. From what they could see the: the procession of cars varied in both size and shape, even some pulling trailers or boats behind in their wake. They didn't know what this collective wanted, or who they were, but given their last few encounters with larger groups was less than favorable they didn't want to risk being at the sharp end of ant pointy sticks. They were armed, but they were outnumbered. They anxiously watched and were only able to sit back and relax when the band came to a stop at and around the previously occupied property.