You’d found some strange cemetery… most of the areas here had seemed to be… looted?

Then, you saw an old bus up ahead… lit as well… Someone lived here… maybe they could help you!

You cautiously strutted up to the bus, only to suddenly be met with a mean haymaker, causing you to stagger to the ground… You looked up at your assailant, only to be met with the end of a barrel.

“Who are you?,” She asked with a New Orleans Accent “You don’t seem from ‘round here stranger… am I right?”