You are inside Fort Creedy storehouse. Rows of metal shelves are stacked with crates and boxes, reaching up to the high ceiling, and a side room houses the fort's radio system. Its lights and readouts are dark. The building has been completely ransacked, and has fallen into ruin. The building's doors have been left wide open.

Somebody has spraypainted %%e ans%*r %@ %i*%@ @@% uni@##se, %nd @v#ry%###g! onto a wall. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore.