.:*Main Streets*:. | Survival

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	.:Hospital:. Fallen, broken windows and doors, lying shattered. Once a bustling police station, now just a hideaway for many. You can find a radio, weapons and supplies here if you are quick enough to snatch them up.	0	0	No posts have been made on this board.
	.:Abandoned Mall:. Through shattered windows, the icy wind blows leaves and bits of paper past shop windows. But there are no busy shoppers and store clerks. Everything is as it was except for the layer of dust and debris coating the remnants of clothing, dismantled shelves and other products. Money left on tables, mid-transaction, shoppers' bags laying on the floor still full of rotten groceries......as if scared by something so terrifying they had to leave immediatly...	0	0	No posts have been made on this board.
	.:Library:. You may find rare solitude here amongst the shelves upon shelves of books. It is one of the very few places that has not been touched by the military or the goverment. You might find a book to read, find a quiet place to think...Relax.	0	0	No posts have been made on this board.
	.:Police Station:. Fallen, broken windows and doors, lying shattered. Once a bustling police station, now just a hideaway for many. You can find a radio, and weapons here.	0	0	No posts have been made on this board.
	.:High-Rise Office Blocks:. Through shattered windows, the icy wind blows leaves and bits of paper past shop windows. But there are no busy shoppers and store clerks. Everything is as it was except for the layer of dust and debris coating the remnants of clothing, dismantled shelves and other products. Money left on tables, mid-transaction, shoppers' bags laying on the floor still full of rotten groceries......as if scared by something so terrifying they had to leave immediatly...	0	0	No posts have been made on this board.
	.:Cross Key Tavern:. Hinges creak, wooden door bang in the wind, like a ghost town deserted. Drinks left untouched on the bar, Whiskey ready to pour! a warm dying glow from the fireplace, a small haze burns. The winds echo their pride through the shack, moaning and groaning....jackets left, belongings, wallets lay unaffected by the passing of time. The bar clock ticks then skips a beat and ticks again....silence....where is everyone?	0	0	No posts have been made on this board.

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.:*Main Streets*:.

Once a thriving, prospering place of business is now nothing more than ramshakle buildings and deserted streets

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