Prince Edwards' Island

(Yeah, sorry about that! Should've had been more specific)

Deader did not utter a word to her when she ignored Deader's offering of the gun. Regardless, as he put the gun into one of his holsters, he nodded at Sarah and headed to the neighboring container. "Hmm, I see. Through here, we might have a chance." He thought to himself. "Well, I can open them up without making too much noise." Deader grabbed one of the doors and opened to pull towards the side. "I'm not just saving Jax. You need to come too, that at least I can do for you." Deader loaded the gun he had in his hand. "I might be at a disadvantage since I'm carrying someone and using one gun, but I'll manage somehow if things go south." Deader headed out.
 
In the next container there was little visible until Sarah jumped in and pulled a light switch on the ceiling. Now illuminated, All around the container was corpses dead for mere weeks, maybe even days. Some were adorned with Hero association apparel. On the wall hung a poster of a "Hero" with the subtext saying "Join Me". His face could not be made out due to graffiti made in these peoples last moments as a testament to their betrayer.

The door on the other side of the container could be opened without drawing the zombies.

"So, you got a clue yet Hero? You figure out what your friends were up to yet? Why my people hated them?"
 
The expression on Deader's face change to disgusted. Each turn of his head, he saw nothing but corpses. He pressed his nose, the foul stench of the dead bother him, causing him to be nauseous. He recognized the symbol clothing of the men. "Th-these are Heroes attire..." Deader's mind was going blank as if he stumbled upon something he shouldn't have known. His eyes were drawn to the poster with graffiti. Narrowing his eyes, Deader pondered if the man was actually him. 

"Dear god, what the hell happened in here?" Deader turns to Sarah. "This is like a slaughterhouse." Deader's legs felt weak. He placed his hand over his mouth in case he would vomit. "This.. this is disgusting. They... they did this? All of this?"
 
"We were told we could join, promised a chance to help people, to save lives..." Sarah's face was one of hatred "They loaded us on this boat and used us, we were slaves used for whatever the highest bidder wanted. I don't know whose life we were saving but I know that I don't intend to save anymore of them. When the ship was crashed into this island half of us were basically gone, the rest of us were locked in to starve. I got lucky, some local scum opened my crate, took some of the others who were with me, they were turned just before they got back for me."

The stench made Jax jump on Deader's shoulder. "What the hell is that smell? Ughh everything hurts... what the hell."
 
Deader stood in silence. His eyes alone described the deconstruction of what a hero should represent. Sarah's account and the number of bodies in this room. He turns to the now awake Jax. "D-don't try to move. It's going to be alright. We're about to leave now." Deader reached into his pockets, remember that his phone was lost during the confrontation. He wanted evidence or some sort. He turns to the poster, ripping it off from the wall. "Minute Man has a lot of explaining to do." Deader wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible as he headed to the door, opening it carefully. "Jax, stay put."
 
The poster came down but tore a bit more in the process.

Jax stood, clenching his gut lightly and holding his shirt over his mouth, looking around with weak vision and horror.
"Why arent they zombies..." he muttered softly

"Maybe they weren't exposed to this mess early enough" Sarah responded

The door on the far side of the container need only a hearty kick to snap the rusted bar on the other side.
A small series of gunshots went off not far inland as the trio remained in the container, the local zombies sounded to begin headed in that direction.
 
"I can kick this down..." Deader said, overhearing a series of gunshots. "That will keep the zombies occupied for a good minute while we make our way out of here." Deader wastes no time kicking the door to snap the rusted bar. "Alright, let's get the hell out of here." His voice became more serious. His expression was that of disgusted. What he had seen had embedded into his head. "Heroes are supposed to save, not destroy. Not manipulate. No lie. I need to speak to Minute Man when I get out of here." 
 
Jax, having regained most of his senses says "Don't worry, we should be able to visit that radio tower soon enough"

The doors flew open under the stress of Deader's kick leaving the doorway clear for the trio.

Jax patted around himself looking for his weapon before realizing he no longer had one.
 
"Great," Deader said. "Can't even get those images out of my head. Of all my years of being a hero..." Deader shakes his head. "Anyways, the radio tower shouldn't be far, right? As soon we get there and do what we got to do, the better it will be for everyone." Deader said, noticing that Jaz was looking for his weapon. "Don't worry, I got your weapon on me."
 
"Thanks" Jax says as he reaches toward Deader for his weapon

Sarah looked around the area and stretched, "Been a while since Ive really had to move"

The small herd of zombies were only a short distance away but were still headed inland.
 
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