You are standing in the lobby of the town house. It's a big place with several offices.

Everything has been locked down and sealed off. You can see that the cabinets of the offices have been emptied. Lots of paperwork is lying around as though somebody left the place in a hurry.

There is a staircase leading up to the clock tower but it has been sealed off from the inside.

The clean zones with walkways and friendly aesthetics stands in sharp contrast to the drab design of its American post-modern neighbors.

Sadly though, evidence of the zombie pandemic has left its marks on the place, broken windows, spilled furniture … and the lingering, rank smell of death surrounds it now.

You are standing inside the hospital labs where Professor Sandvik is working on the cure to the pandemic. The room is full of lab equipment, tubes, glass and machines. Most of it seems to be fully functional.

A couch has been moved in here from one of the waiting rooms. It looks as though people have been taking turns sleeping on it.

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Sidewalks run around all four sides and also lead to a large, covered bulletin board in the middle of the space.

Both the pilot's and copilot's doors are open and the immense rotor blades hang motionless. The rear loading door is also open showing an interior that is a bloody mess although there aren't any corpses to be seen.

The businesses that flank the intersection are riddled with bullet holes.

You are standing in front of a news stand.

From the headline it appears she actually got the "job" as a birthday gift.

Another frontpage says "Extremely violent riots downtown"

Bill Strohzik, the Pharmacist, labors behind a counter at the back of the store.

Bill is tall and thin with some gray hair at the temples, wearing a white lab coat.

You are standing outside a large hardware store.

The store was housed within a concrete building that provided retail space for several shops, although most of these have been destroyed by fire. The road is strewn with burnt up debris and broken glass that was blown out by the fire which must have raged through the premises unchecked.

Luckily the store itself is still relatively intact, although it is now nameless due to the fire.

The recycle bins are filled with bottles of champagne, boutique beer and other top shelf brands.

A chilling sight is the torn remains of an expensive dress caught in the smashed revolving lobby door, which is now splattered with dried blood. It seems the good times have all gone with the infestation of the living dead.

You are standing inside the bar which has been turned into a safe house.

A small group of survivors have barricaded themselves inside the bar.

They are led by Rose, the bartender of the place, and include a few regular customers, a young couple with a child and a middle aged Japanese tourist couple.

The interior has not been ransacked like the surrounding homes and businesses but remains in good order. The floor is covered with sleeping bags and the belongings of many uninfected survivors.

When victims of the pandemic began to appear in local hospitals, many who chose not to flee came here instead where a good portion can be found still on their knees in prayer.

The store has been looted quite neatly. Boxes and junk have been set aside in organized piles, it wouldn't hurt to look around.

Among several advertisements on the wall one in specific says: "Need that extra boost of stamina to accomplish your goal? But no time to sleep or get a cup of coffee? Fear not as Caffeine Pills have arrived! Used and approved by the military."

Several fire trucks and an ambulance are abandoned, the hoses still crisscrossing the street. From all around comes the mournful tweeting of firemen's personal locators.

A huge picture window looking into the ground floor lobby is smashed and thousands of tiny glassbits are scattered on the ground. Despite being cautious it crunches from under the feet.

The expensive lobby furniture has been cast about like toys and the white terrazzo floor has splashes of blood. The front doors are missing from a bent frame and a child's shoe sits on the threshold. The smell of rotting garbage hangs in the air.

You can see some lights flickering inside.

Posters of two games called "Radiated Wasteland" and "UFO: Alien Attack" are hanging on the outside of the building.

They look awesome and you suddenly get an urge to signup for the closed beta test at www.radiatedwasteland.com and www.ufoalienattack.com

You are standing inside the police station. It is rather chaotic with messy office tables and dead bodies.

It could appear as this was one of the places people fled to in vain believing protection was to be found.

A newspaper with the lead article saying "Riots and Looting in the downtown area as the military enforces quarantine" is thrown on the floor.

It's a rather small salon in the first floor of a brick building with housing on the above floors.

A rotting female corpse is lying in the street. Some of the nails on the left hand are missing, but the rest are looking good.

Sheafs of paper billow from smashed windows, sprinkling the ground like large snowflakes. It seems the Acme corporation had its offices here.

Ironically, a poster with Wile E. Coyote is plastered on a wall nearby.

Remains of the mechanic is spread all around. Useless little bits of deformed metal and car parts crunch underfoot.

A tool cabinet stands at the back of the workshop, spilling rusty tools that will never be used again. Someone has written "REPENT!" in oil on one of the car hoods.

You are standing outside a jewellery store called "Munchs". It's located on the ground floor of a steel and glass office building. The shop appears to be completely looted. The front door is missing and broken glass is lying everywhere.

There is a manhole leading down to the sewers below.

You are standing inside the local newspaper among what looks like the unlucky editorial staff lying in a pool of their own blood.

With bullet holes pocketing the back wall as well as the corpses, you can only assume it wasn’t zombies that did this.

A dead body of what could have been a journalist is lying on the ground.

The transmitter is broadcasting an emergency broadcast. It explains to survivors to seek refuge at a safehouse established at the baseball stadium at 21/45.

A long row of school lockers greet you, and the floor is filled with trash. All the classrooms have been sealed shut.

You can hear moaning coming from classroom 120, the door is heavily damaged, you might be able to kick the door inn.

You are standing outside the wedding agency.

It's a pink brick building with a neon sign showing the place name.

Two decorative flamingos compliment the buildings color at the main entrance.

A framed poster displaying "an Elvis wedding - the real deal for a king" is hanging right next to the entrance.

There are two doors on each side of the corridor. The walls are pockmarked with hundreds of bullet holes.

The flashy signs aren't that flashy anymore. A display advertising a FPS console game is hanging in the window.

A sign says "Closed due to sickness".

You are standing outside the baseball stadium entrance. The lights are on.

Two men with rifles and binoculars are guarding the entrance. They are extremely observant.

The men look jumpy and the bodies littering the street are a clear evidence that they don't miss often. Better not shuffle your feet - it wouldn't be wise to be mistaken for "one of them".

Some old newspapers have been left lying on the street in front of the stadium.

The once immaculate grounds are starting to look overgrown.

Several graves have been left open as if several funerals were being planned.

A huge sign with the name "Bowl-A-Lot" and an arrow pointing into the parking lot outlined in flashing neon, sits at the street.

Through the entryway the lights shine from inside the bowling hall. Above the entrance, a zombie's head is mounted under a solitary light.

It is staring down with the tongue hanging out of its mouth and flies buzzing around it.

You are standing outside an optics store called "Synoptics".

On the ground outside the store, you see a sign portraying some ridiculously huge eyes.

You are standing in front of an auto repair shop called "Mikes".

Through the smudged windows there's still a couple of cars to be seen.

You are standing outside a hairdressers shop called "Super Cut". A tacky and somewhat amateurish depiction of superman getting a haircut has been grafittied on the front of the building.

A sign says "Super cuts at half price on Wednesdays".

The door has been locked from the inside and there is no way in.

You are standing outside the "Go-Go" strip club.

Stripper girls are advertised on giant posters. Unfortunately it's closed for business and the doors are locked.

Several of the doors and windows have been boarded up. It doesn't look like there is any way inside.

You are standing in front of the kindergarten.

The structure is in shambles, almost completely demolished by a truck which must have crashed into the small building at very high speed.

The slightly decayed torso of the driver lies a few feet from the wreck, his bottom half still sitting undisturbed in the truck's cab.

The only signs of blood are from the zombie heads mounted on the walls.

There is a small shooting range in the back. Looks as though someone has been practicing their marksmanship.

A sniper in the window on 4th floor casts suspicious eyes from one corner of the window.

A graffiti tag says "no campus citizens past this point".

You smell the thick aroma of fresh Coffee grounds, almost making you want to order the daily special.

On the walls are various portraits of modern and abstract art, signifying that this place was once 'hip'.

Various logos and catch phrases such as 'Feel the Bean' are lying around."

Almost everything has been ransacked. The dead bodies, broken glass and blood on the floor indicate that a panicked crowd of people once went for shelter beyond its capacity and that someone in that crowd was infected starting the attacks from the inside.

From an emergency broadcast radio located on one of the office desks there is nothing but static.

The police lockers look as though they could offer something interesting to scavenge.

Flies swarm and roaches scurry around the table where a portable TV is also located and is still on with a "Please stay tuned for a special news bulletin" sign.

A dried up and headless corpse wearing a stained cook's apron is curled up in the back corner.

There is a door with a sign saying "store room" in the back of the restaurant.

The words, "Caterina and Angela's House of Figurines" is spelled out in beautiful handwritten script on one of the windows.

In contrast to the delicate loveliness of this shop, the sidewalk in front of the shop is covered with garbage.

In the shop windows several home-brewed tunes are for display and Inside the store there is banner stating "We write your party songs". Birthday songs and tunes for other ceremonial occasions could be bought here. The quality of the products were at the lower end but the prices top-notch.

They all seemed to have been killed in long lines, like they were strafed from an aircraft or helicopter.

Huge amounts of 5.56mm brass litters the area, presumably from mini-gun usage? The flies and the smell of death are almost too much.

From the lopsided sign, “BoBo’s Tea House” can be discerned. One of the ubiquitous milk tea places that catered for Asian clientele.

Piles of used comes overflow from a trashcan nearby. A sandwich board lying on the ground reads “Special Lychee Offer : Buy 1 get 2 Free!”

At the back of the room, a phrase is tagged in black paint:"Got You".

Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to remove them, there are still rail spikes lying on the ground where they have been levered out.

For what purpose and where they have gone escapes your knowledge as the tunnel ahead has collapsed.

A sign says "All smoking allowed" another says "Special price for regulars only".

A poster says "no time for funeral arrangements".

This lot wouldn't exactly be called a fancy place.

All the beds are now empty, and a few are heavily bloodstained. Written on the ceiling are the words “All is lost. Head for Mercy!”.

Sulfur, bodies, and gas, all layered in a horrendous combination, seem littered about the area liberally. All but one of the bodies are riddled with bullet holes.

The one odd body out has a broken neck, and a note beside it.

It looks like her neck was broken as someone tackled her before dying of his wounds.

The buses are full of charred dead bodies and there are a few bullet holes in the windows and on the sides of the buses.

A broken front door in one of the buses is locked with chain and padlock.

You are standing outside a store called "The Backpacker Store".

A giant sign advertising the shop as the "ideal shopping location for the active gentleman" is displayed in one of the windows.

It's a rather large store in a brick building. Broken glass from one of the windows is lying on the street. It looks as though someone threw a stone through the window.

Quarantine posters have been plastered on the kiosk wall. Some old papers are stashed on the ground. The headline says "Resurrected dead seen in city".

Looks as though there is also access to the main building which house the HQ just South from here.

Most of the windows are shattered, and corpses with copious amounts of makeup litter the sidewalk and entryway.

There is a blood trail from the counter and across the floor all the way to the store entrance.

Entrepreneurs to the end, posters overlay the boards proclaiming “Rites of Spring in person this month” & “NO LOVE shirt sale going on NOW!”

Someone has scrawled beneath the poster in Magic Marker “ZEDS rule NO LOVE!”.

Strangely, there appears to be no blood stains anywhere.

The way in front of them is blocked by the huge queue of other cars desperately trying to leave the city.

The doors are wide open on several of the trucks it looks like the drivers and passengers all left in a hurry and continued on foot.

The litter surrounding the area gives tell to looters presence at one point. The glass door is ajar and shattered, entering is easy.

Entering through one of the several smashed windows is easy.

It seems as if the vessel was being scrapped the weeks before the outbreak. Several large sections are missing and it'll never sail again.

All the windows in the store have been smashed. Glass is shattered all over the pavement.

Rusty swings sway in the breeze. A pram has been overturned, the chewed hand of a doll or an infant is poking out from under a sheet.

Several abandoned military vehicles are parked in the street.

It was clearly housing the wealthier inhabitants of the city.

The crippled infrastructure and the scarcity of fuel, has made it almost impossible to drive a car. Everything is locked down and there seems to be no way in at the car dealer.

At one corner of the lot, a semi with a trailer has run through the gate and plowed through several rows of the new autos. The windows in the dealership's showroom, once covered with signs screaming bargains, are now scattered inside and out.

You are standing outside "Ali Baba's" middle eastern take-away kitchen.

The walls and windows seem to have been full of graffiti and then repainted several times, as if even before the pandemic the building was a scene of confrontation - echoing world events on a smaller scale.

Attached to the bottom of that sign is one that says “Insurance for all your needs”.

In neon orange, someone has spray painted, “Liars - Where is my money?”.

You are standing outside the bus station. All the buses are gone. Perhaps they have been used for transportation during the evacuation?

The charred shell of a bus lies on its side here. It appears as if it has exploded, as broken pieces of glass are spread out several yards from the wreckage. The remains of charred dead bodies are still inside the bus.

A very large clock sits above the main entrance of the station.

There is another dead body lying on the street.

Bullet holes score every wall, and a few vehicles have been set alight.

Two corpses in business suits swing from a nearby tree. Smeared in dark dried blood across the front of the building you are able to read; “The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers” - Shakespeare, King Henry VI. Another person has written “Not only zombies want a pound of flesh!”.

Posters advertising half price family lessons and official Fung Fu's family fun tournament are in the window. The exterior of the building is painted a graffiti free white and the sidewalk out front has been scrubbed and steam cleaned recently.

How it remains to stay so clean is a mystery.

The side of the statue is filled with small notes of people missing.

There is a mansized doll dressed as an elf.

A poster says "Closed due to illness"

There seems to be dancing poles set in the lobby and posters advertising popular comedy titles cover the windows.

Somehow, the zombies have given this place a wide berth, could that possibly be Barry White's voice coming out from somewhere?

Empty bullets are filling the streets.

The outfits being advertised on the burned mannequins appear to be expensive, but not terribly comfortable or warm.

It's not the kind of store you would have looted, but others appear to have disagreed. The street outside the store is littered with coupon fliers; something people would have gone nuts for prior to the pandemic.

In polished brass there is a sign saying "Antoine's, by appointment". It is a mystery what the purpose of this "store" is.

Something has been written on the wall in what appears to be blood.

You can still feel the warmth of the cooling debris.

A trail of ash and charred corpses litters the ground towards the buildings doors which has been locked by a chain.

The remains of a tanker truck is embedded deep in the middle of the smoldering pile.

You are standing in front of the still-smoking remains of a crashed military chopper.

Two pilots lie dead in the cockpit, one of them missing an arm and his face mauled beyond recognition.

In the passenger area are three more bodies, doctors or scientists by the look of their white lab coats. With them in the back are several dented cases, that seem to be for transporting blood samples.

There is a front reception desk and miraculously, what appears to be a working computer!

A web browser is open on the screen, with the URL: "Blog of the Living Dead" in the address bar.

It appears military personnel were escorting medical staff as they probably tried to retrieve some infected during the first days of the infection.

Judging from the dead bodies who are slightly rotten and devoured it didn't work out as planned.

The plane is totally wrecked but the bodies of a male pilot, a woman and two kids are visible from outside.

The bodies have been stripped of their clothes.

The buildings appear to be untouched by the present carnage except for a building in the middle of the block.

It has a huge hole punched into the front wall with the white tail of a small airplane sticking out of it.

The horse has been heavily devoured and the smell from the dead rotting flesh is overwhelming.

There are no overt signs that the horse or the pandemic effected the abandonment of the military vehicles, but it seems strange that such expensive vehicles would be left without cause.

There is a manhole in the street leading down to the sewers below.

It's not quite clear what has been happening here but the ambulances could indicate that many people were injured.

A large car crash has blocked the way for what could have appeared to have been a VIP transport of a limousine being escorted by police cars.

A dead police officer who appears to have been shot in the head right outside of his police cruiser indicate an ambush by an enemy different than zombies.

Not much but a music counter, two instrument racks and the protection from the dangers outside in the street are of any use.

The place is an absolute disaster as pill bottles and paperwork are strewn all over and dribbled with blood.

You can hear screams and yelling coming from portions of the 2nd wing of the building as if some people are still locked up. The door however is completely locked off and there is no way to enter it.

It seems several police cars responded to an emergency call which ended in a shoot out leaving the suspect and a police man dead in the street.

You wonder what happened to the other policeofficers?

The center piece seems to be a replication of the Mad Hatter's Tea party. Is it your imagination? Or is there movement coming from some of the mannequins?

On a folding table you find a plastic crate with rows of ampules filled with a purplish liquid.

The stink of so many corpses and the buzzing of fat green flies almost makes you puke on the spot.

As you step closer you notice the bodies are arranged in a peculiar way on the ground. Someone clearly went to a lot of trouble to drag them, there are bloody drag marks leading to the court from all directions.

Why the corpses are piled up in such a strange fashion doesn't make sense though. Maybe it's a matter of perspective?

The smell coming out through the entrance is so abominable it can not be for real.

An affiliate sign offers discounts to former clients of the "Happily Ever After" wedding agency.

It looks like most other barricaded stores in this city.

The helicopter is long gone and appears to have taken off in a hurry.

You are standing inside the camera store. Giant pictures of New York locations such as Empire State building, the Statue of Liberty and Brooklyn Bridge decorate the walls.

The store seems to have been looted on several occasions and little of value appear to be remaining. However there are still some cameras left.

There appears to be no tactical or practical reasoning behind this as there must be far better areas of the city in which to make a stand.

Civilian and military bodies lie strewn around you as you pass a nondescript building. You notice that it is barricaded by expensive steel shutters, and a small camera seems to follow your every move.

You hear the sound of sea gulls as you enter the area.

It seems that despite a heavy military presence, the sheer number of infected overwhelmed them.

The ring fence erected to protect those inside perversely became a cage, trapping soldier and civilian alike.

Equipment you see lying around is too clogged with flesh and blood to be of use, but the rows of tents that now lie unguarded may yet yield something.

You can hear the tents flapping in the wind. At least, you hope it's the wind.

Fire has gutted most of the inventory but the structure holds and will provide a safe place for the night as long as you make sure to reinforce the barricades.

The bitter smell of burnt debris, still smoldering in some places, fills the air.

It seems awfully quiet. The elevator to the upper floors is out of order and the doors to the stairs have been locked.

Left behind luggage and personal effects from broken up suitcases are scattered around the lobby. Looks like some of the hotel guests were in a hurry.

Apart from a wall safe not much have escaped the fire.

Some emptied cans of pet food in the corner indicates someone took shelter here before moving on.

On a wooden schedule board next to two massive front doors stands "St. Thomas Church."

There are ruined vehicles and piles of scrap surrounded by a chain link fence. On top of the fence is some barbed wire and flood lights. There appears to be a hole in the fence.

This oddly named store seemed to have catered to the otakus.

Anime titles and manga lie strewn across messy aisles. Wall scrolls are splashed with blood and it appears someone was trying to make off with an armload of merchandise ... before a shotgun blast hit them in the back.

A foul smell greets you from the "gameroom" past the role-playing books and boxed games at the back of the store.

The shelves may still contain something of interest. Behind the desk, there is a hatch leading down to what appears to be the basement.

It looks like it is still possible to go inside.

It has a wooden sign with the name "Saotome School of Indiscriminate Grappling" with a yin-yang and a panda.

There is a small area for shoes and a misspelled marquee that reads "Please Remove all Outside Footwhere".

You come across a two story building riddled with bullet holes, shell casings and blood splattered randomly.

A major battle took place here, the front doors look heavily scratched as if something or someone was desperately trying to get in. There is a potent smell of death in the air...

There are emptied cans of food all over the place and the windows have been carefully boarded with wooden panels that block out the sunlight. This place appears to have been used a shelter for some time, presumably by the people who used to live here.

In happier days this was a popular place to get off the train and take a walk in the park.

There's a Subway sign above.

The hasty barricade at the doors held, probably due to the solid mahogany desk supporting it.

Appears the "dumb" zombies went through the plate glass window before it could be barricaded. The once fashionable reception area is now redecorated with blood trails and splatters with an occasional highlight of body parts.

The receptionist is laying curled up in a bloody ball in the far corner. Strangely, her cell phone/tablet is blinking in her hand still.

Several taxis are parked in front of the building.

The part of the building that is still intact is now used as a shop for various goods.

Heavy roll up doors are pulled down and secured by heavy padlocks and a fabric sign hanging over the doors proclaims the specialties of the "Mystical Wok".

A distinct smell of bad food is in the air.

A small window looks like it could provide a way inside.

You are looking at the entrance to the Tunnel of Love--a large pink building with white doors and trim. The sign for the ride is in large red letters with hearts.

Several small boats are queued up in the shallow man-made channel that flows past the entrance doors where a boat is wedged. The water in the channel is colored blood red and large amounts of debris are floating around.

Sprawled in a boat, there is a corpse of a fat man, multiple bullet holes has penetrated his body. A covey of ravens is picking at his exposed flesh. A body of smaller size is gently floating face down between one of the boats and the side of the stream.

Through the smashed double doors one can see a large buffet table.

It has a host of horrors in the trays, severed heads, decomposing limbs and rotting entrails. Large dried blood trails lead off towards the kitchen.

Soft, colored light shines in through the large stained glass windows onto the wooden pews. One shaft of light illuminates the huge pipe organ in the back corner.

There is a raised dais in the front with a pulpit and an ornate book open upon a stand. It appears the preacher was reading from "Revelations" during the last sermon.

There is a small door behind the dais and another door on each side of the church.

Folded cardboard boxes have been put in the windows to keep from seeing inside the gas station, and presumably to keep from seeing the horriffic scene outside as well.

Someone has used this place recently. The soda machine in the corner has had a piece of chewed gum placed in the coin deposit slot and a small collection of cigarette butts and empty soda cans litter the floor.

A sign advertising the name of store has been gutted in the fire and all you can make out of it is that it started with "An..".

Part of the inside of the building seems to be intact.

Now there's just a pervasive reek of decay and open space with little cover. Also you're pretty sure you can't swim with all this gear on.

You also find garish amounts of blood in drips, splatters, spatters and pools all over everything. Furniture is shredded and overturned.

The stairs to the second floor are barricaded with various types of furniture.

It appears to have been blown up and is completely demolished.

Judging from the pile of zombie corpses and shells casings around it this soldier fought to his last breath. One of his legs is missing and his dogtags are nowhere to be seen. Maybe a zombie ate them.

As you search the location for anything useful you spot a blood soaked journal on the floor. You can make out a few entries.

The dead body of what appears to have been the shop keeper, is lying in a pool of blood on the floor. Bulletholes indicate he was shot during a shootout.

There is a shop counter and a few book shelves which might be of interest.

The lights on inside indicate that someone is inside.

The area is eerily quiet, save for the occasional distant gunshot or moan of the undead.

The bitter smell of burnt debris, still smoldering in some places, fills the air.

In the horizon you see black smoke coming from what appears to be a burning building.

You are standing at an intersection. It looks like most other intersections in this city.

You are standing outside the "Supermaster Sports Store".

Other than that it looks pretty ordinary.

Inside you find a large corkboard with several advertisements pinned up, including several posters for community plays.

One such poster is for a local theatrical adaption of Waiting For Godot. The debut performance was dated the day before the pandemic. Seems it was supposed to be on the College Campus.

You are standing outside a burned out office supplies store.

The security grates still cover the windows and doors, but all the glass has broken from the heat.

Looking inside, you see a mass of melted plastic, soot covered objects, mystery shapes all covered by the collapsed drop down ceiling.

The fire must have started while there was still water pressure for the sprinkler system.

You arrive outside a music shop, presumably belonging to Eddie according to the signboard outside the store.

Broken windows and endless graffiti indicate that the store has been pillaged amidst the chaos of the outbreak.

A few medical cabinets in the back may still have something of value.

Large amounts of trash and debris are piled up on the sidewalk.

The doors facing the street are missing or broken, as far as the eye can see all the windows seem shattered as well.

Upturned picnic tables, dirty plates, colorful party cups and other festive trappings stand as forlorn testament to the panic that happened.

It looks as if the whole store was ransacked in a hurry judging from the amount of debris on the floor and all the old food left to rot on the shelves or be picked at by rats.

Stepping over corpses you see several shopping carts left on their sides around the aisles, surrounded by bloody footprints and what looks to be chunks of flesh. Obviously some people weren’t fast enough...

Someone forced entry to the flat and tore these old people apart.

There is nothing of interest and no way in.

You can read the company's motto above the entrance “Results as easy as saying your ABCs”.

You wonder if they acted as consultants for FEMA for this Apocalypse.

There is nothing of interest and no way in.

Judging by the multitude of bullet casings, decaying bodies, and what appear to be cardboard boxes that may have been part of the barricades, the survivors were slaughtered after the zombies broke through a weak section of the survivors' defenses.

A military Humvee is parked here, facing a large group of dead civilians, who all appear to have suffered multiple gunshot wounds which were presumably dealt by the four decomposing soldiers who now surround the vehicle.

The glint of many brass casings and the looks of terror on the faces of the civilians indicate that they suffered greatly before they died.

It has been sealed off and a speaker loops the message "No contaminated citizens will be permitted access to the hospital".

An armed guy dressed in camouflage is watching you closely from the front window.

Behind the fence rows of twisted, rusty automobiles and abandoned trucks are piled up in stacks along with a multitude of other discarded objects.

Behind the window of a small building a grizzled man with a Rottweiler straining on its leash is visible. He watches you for a second and then gesticulates at you to enter.

The building has been decorated with scripture verses in an amalgam of paints, marks, and stains, some of which look a little too close to the rust red of blood. "CHRIST IS COMING" is painted above the door frame in that same hue.

Essentially, the campus has been transformed into a small military base. The military and National Guard personnel who have survived the zombie pandemic have set up barracks here and they are helping to train and equip civilians at the training ground.

There looks to be a supply depot and a field hospital a short distance north.

There appears to be some activity going on around a partially submerged ship.

A door leads you to the inside of the drydock.

The light is on and it appears as though there are people inside.

You are standing outside a bar called "The Winchester".

Apparently they allow smoking and advertise classic Irish beer favorites.

It could appear as though there are people inside the bar.

The surplus store is located in a fire damaged white stone building.

Several burnt out cars surround the premises.

Voices from the inside indicate it might still be open for business.

It looks like some of the survivors from the terminal tried to make a run for it through the runway. Some made it. Some didn't.

In direct contrast, a brand spanking new sports car sits gleaming beside it. Its number plate reads ‘Gein Machine’.

As you approach the steps to the entrance, you hear a moaning coming from around the back of the building.

A sign above the front door reads, "Germaine's Gun Store".

The storefront is clean and touched up with some fresh paint and the sidewalk in front has been swept. There are flowers inside the lone barred window.

Graffiti saying "may god have mercy on us all"has been spray painted on the grey concrete building housing the store.