Walk on

You walk on, trying to ignore the infected stuck in the pillory. The infected groans and thrashes against their bindings in desperation.

"Fuuuuuck meeee! FUUUCK MEEEE!" They wail, but soon it's just noise behind you.

You continue down the Main Street warily, carefully sneaking around any threats. Eventually you find something interesting. Ahead of you, running across the street, is a series of fences. They're a little crude, with metal junk attached to them haphazardly, but it is obvious that they are mostly military made, with menacing barbed wire running along the top. Posters made by the health board, warning and giving instructions about the infection, are plastered to nearly every blank wall and surface. A burnt out tank lies dead not too far away. The military were here, but the more important question is, are they still here? You walk up to the seemingly abandoned checkpoint in front of a gate. There's no corpses, but there is blood. You only really notice it now; the street is covered in splotches of dried blood.

Something has happened here.