In death, the city stirs. Its borders still locked down after a sudden government quarantine two years ago, Malton's trapped civilians make their way through the derelict buildings, surviving the changing seasons to rebuild their fragmented society from the rubble upwards. Military cleanup squads patrol the empty streets, stationed in the city for the long haul, while embedded scientific groups continue the experiments that brought them here.
And the dead rise up and thrive, trailing through the ruined streets of the city, milling between buildings and clawing through makeshift barricades and diversions, reclaiming the city as their own.
You are standing outside the Barter Building, a large white-stone building surrounded by burnt-out cars. The building's doors have been left wide open, and you can see that the interior of the building has been ruined. Someone has spraypainted Freedom to ZKers onto a wall.