The parallels between this place and Raccoon City are oddly similar; desperate and cut off, we're all facing oblivion without really knowing who or what our enemies are. A shame, really; zombies are much more easier to handle than whatever decided to crawl from the Pit this morning.
And still, some people are happy that this is happening. Sick and twisted you are; the suffering of others is never a laughing matter and you will pay your price in time. But for now, we should gather the remaining survivors and tend to the injured. The monsters stick to the thickest parts of the fog, it seems. We need a secure location to keep those less able housed, fed and bedded. Who knows when the next extravaganza will begin and we need everyone able and ready to tackle the impossible task at hand: leaving this place.