John walked through down Main Street, and noticed something. There was a flyer. A new one. Like freshly printed. he ran up to it and scanned it. He couldn't believe it. There were others. Other survivors. He wasn't alone. He looked at the address and realized that he knew where it was. It was a warehouse and t was less than a mile from his current location. And he ran. Ran until it came into view. He saw two girls standing outside of the warehouse. Here went nothing