In a developing district of Phoenix City, a new residential complex had been under construction before the apocalypse. The buildings were mostly complete, and the interiors of all the units were just bare structures. After their initial escape, the group chose this place to take shelter, erecting a crude wooden barricade around the perimeter of the new development to block the passage of zombies.
They chose the building closest to the main gate, setting up camp in its ground-floor parking garage.
Inside the barricade, six people stood guard on the outer perimeter. Some held knives, others fire axes, and still others wielded iron bars—each person clutched some kind of weapon for self-defense.
Every one of them stared nervously at the complex's main gate, their grimy faces slick with cold sweat.
They had fled through Phoenix City and set up a simple defense in this seemingly safe place, yet everyone was still on edge, constantly terrified of zombies that could appear at any moment.
