The sun had begun to sink low in the horizon when they first saw the blurry image of the building up ahead. For some reason –the name definitely; they had always pictured the isle of salvation as an island; a paradise and safe haven where the cure to the gen-z virus was located. What they least expected to see was this industrial-like building; like one of the testing areas of NASA or some scientific government organization.
As they approached closer, Arthur began to make out the distinct iron gates that no doubt kept the occasional wandering, ambitious zombie at bay.
Beyond the iron gates was a single building; large and boxy, with solar panels mounted on its slanting roof. It was painted a dusty brown that matched the color of the desert. The building was bleak; two storeys meant to bl
