Following no trail Conrad could determine, passing between trees, stepping over branches, coming to a stream, and then following the stream as it bubbled and trickled over rocks, until the distant humming of a generator began to grow. Gabriel met him at the door. The zombie asked him if he was okay. He even shook his hand. He brought him inside, where there was nothing more than a folding table and chairs, a few cots. A space heater sat in the corner. There was a pantry, with canned goods and bottled water inside. Gabriel offered Conrad something to eat, something to drink, but he declined. Instead he asked what he was doing here. Gabriel explained how Albert had evacuated the entire facility. How he’d gathered everyone together, both living and dead, and told them it was a pleasure working with them over the years, but now their work had come to an end. How he then spoke to the living privately, told them about a place he’d built for an emergency such as this, and how Gabriel, who already knew about this place, volunteered to take everyone to it.
