When walking down the main street you were formerly surrounded by the business tycoons looking down at you from their sky scrapers, now when walking you can look up and wonder how many of them couldn't get out of their penthouses in time, and now infected, they will be trapped until they starve to death. Their money didn't serve as an immunity. Don't look up too long, keep walking.

Five stories of everything from kitchen utensils to body peircings, to every brand of clothing that exists. Now has turned its last profit, the merchandise still remains, available for anyone who is willing to take the risk.

Ol' Gus was always thought to be mad for his obsession with higher fire power, now who was laughing... well that would be Gus, sitting on top of his shop roof, with a beer in his hand and gun on his lap, target practice every day from 9-5.

St. Luke's was number one in America's heart disease research, unfortunately a majority of those researchers were on duty on the evening of the outbreak, and when they left this world, so did their research. Now empty halls remain, the infected patients have gotten up and left in search of fresher sustenance.

Where the tycoons got their wealth, black gold, something wars were fought over, but now, the three percent of surviving Americans have very little interested in these desert fields. The lands remain un-welled.