FORT PASTOR

As I walked into the gates of Fort Pastor I realized just how large it was. The Soldiers guarding the entrance glanced at me before returning to take down the random Infected advancing upon them. A large tank was stationed at the entrance, the metal behemoth unmoving in its derelict state. I advanced into the compound where I saw the Marketplace, numerous stores erected in the corner of the Fort occupied by survivors and traders, looking to make a little profit. Around them were tents and small shanties, housing wounded survivors and guards. A constant stream of wounded being brought in. A Bank, Meeting Hall, Storage place and a Records Hall were housed inside the abandoned buildings in the fort, being put to good use. In the center of the compound was the yard, a large pile of scrap with a battered fence surrounding it. A few survivors picked their way through it, looking for anything useful. Last but not least I recognized the small stall set up beside the bank, but when I advanced closer I read the sign above it 'Gamblin' den'. I shook my head and watched a few survivors huddling by a warm fire, I sighed and joined them, hoping to gather some warmth myself. With the gun fire in the back ground... always the gun fire... and the screams, never ending this deep in the city.
 

WAR MACHINE
PINNED DOWN
THE SPIDERS
WHERE THE HELL IS HE?
ONE BIG ASS SPIDER
TANKS GET THIRSTY TOO
SPIDERS, SPIDERS EVERYWHERE!
ENGAGE!
BIG BANG
TRACKING
CHOPPER DOWN
SAVE THE DATA
CHEMISTRY TIME
STOMACH CRAMPS
SECRONOM UNLOCKED
BLOODY MASSACRE
MOW DOWN
MOTHER LOVIN`
HUNGER STRIKES
SIXTEEN LEGS
TRADE OFF
BIG, RED AND SPIKY
TIME'S UP
BIG TONGUES
INTERCEPT THE UNKNOWN
STACK EM AND BURN EM
SOME NEW TALENT
BLEED EM DRY
THINK OF THE CHILDREN
RUMBLER SAMPLES
PUT THEM DOWN
MY BOYS NEED BEER
BRING YOUR BIG GUNS
MAN FLU
FIGHTING RETREAT
WAR ON TENTACLES
ALARM SYSTEM
GOLD STAR
BETSY IS BROKEN
MISSING BOY
RADIO WAVES
CRUSH THE OPPOSITION
BIG BLACK THING