The Shelter was a mess. Bruiser arrived with the other passengers amidst a cacophony of panicked voices. Strangers huddled together, finding safety and comfort in numbers. One voice called out above the others silencing the the group. They were told to remain calm as the authorities would send transport to take them to a nearby FEMA camp. In the meantime, head downstairs to rest and stay away from the windows.
Bruiser didn't know how long he slept, but he was alone. He ventured up the stairs and saw a lone woman named Stephanie Standing near a shattered window. Everyone else was gone. She turned to him and said, "What are you doing here? You should have left with the others. No matter, There are no more buses out of here. You best arm yourself and take stock of your situation. Things are bad."
Remembering his big match against Dick Darling, Bruiser grabs a metal pipe and steels himself against his own frayed nerves. He notices graffiti on all the walls, each decrying the state of the government. One catches his eye. "There are no buses. They are coming to clean house." Stephanie breaks his thoughts with a request for help. "I need antibiotics", she says. "If you go to the roof you can see Medford. There should be something there. Please hurry. I don't want to turn into one of them."
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