A look down along the  téléphone  and power poles, some at crazy angles. Surface structures often fall down here. This  terre  is hollowed by impact sinkholes, and the tunnels that the buried  fragments  dig, trying to find their way back to the  surface . The  fragments  are usually so dazed by impact, which has separated them from navigation systems, that they can't tell up from down, and so dig in any which direction. Lots of them, after a while, get used to being underground, and taking difficult for virtue, decided to stay there, rather than  tête  up towards the  surface  (they've met others like themselves, who told them where up was, but of course they're not going to be heading in that direction anymore).     J'ai réalisé qu'il me faudrait suivre cette ligne d'abeilles jusqu'au champ de tir.