The buildings, while lit, were built with old fashioned, Gothic architecture. The building you rushed toward was marked with a sign that read "Sal's Clinic." It was a small medical facility, and probably only functioned as the town doctor's office in it's day. It was made of wood, some of which was wet and rotting, but its doors were big and heavy like the doors of the church.

Down the mossy, muddy, cobblestone street, more people approached, releasing terrifying yells of anguish and blood lust. In the dark, you couldn't really see the details of their rotting, grotesque selves, but the stench of dead rotting flesh rose in the air.