Call out to anyone inside

You put two fingers in your mouth and let out a loud whistle. A short while passes before anyone shows up, a lone person popping up on top from behind the fence. They're wearing a heavy coat over something bulky, like an armour vest, but more prominent are their goggles and gas mask, painted to look like the front of a skull. They look at you for a moment, pointing a military grade machine gun at you. They speak in a heavily muffled voice.

"Hands where I can see them. Who are you?"

You raise your hands above your head and tell them your name, and foreseeing their next question you also tell them what you're here for; that you're also looking for a safe place to stay in. They look you over.

"You been bit, scratched, or had sex with anything recently?"

You shake your head from side to side. They consider what you said, and then lowers their gun.

"Well alright I guess, I'll let you in, but we're going to strip search you anyway."

There's a rusty 'clunk!' and the gate opens. There's another gas mask wearing person, pointing a pistol at you with both hands. They look both ways and then flick their head to the side, telling you to follow. They look hesitant to even set foot outside of the gate.

You go through the gate, the pistol still pointed a few feet away from your face. You're immediately beset by figures wearing rubber suits and gloves that roughy push you against a wall, searching your pockets. Finding nothing of worth the pistol is jabbed into your back, goading you through the short maze of containment fences.

"That way, towards the tent."