March 2016, Kentucky.

Richard had just broken into an obviously abandoned police station. Richard's instincts seemed to warn him that something was wrong, after all, there were no zombies in the place. The man held the gun firmly to the side of his face, his black eyes roaming the police station, looking for any sign of danger.* As he watched, the only strange thing Richard noticed was some junk scattered around the police station — In fact, the police station looked more like the house of some crazy inventor. Richard approached a counter, there was a bitten apple that was not rotten, which indicated that it had been left there recently. While he was watching the counter, a noise upstairs caught the man's attention, which made him hold the gun tighter and go up the stairs. "Who's there? Come out!" Richard shouted, looking around the room, there were scattered papers, cans of food and some other junk, just like downstairs.