Pheonix followed the trail through a hole into a small room, he looked around a desk and a zombie motionless on the floor, blood flowing from it...A Fresh Wound!?
Pheonix drew his gun and edged closer to the corpse, as he drew near he could see the zombie had been chewed, he looked around, two dogs lay dead, shot.. so they had been a survivor.
Pheonix crossed to the desk, it was full of pictures and newspaper clippings, he put them in his backpack for future reference, he noticed the word umbrella meantioned in the clippings.
A search of the desk turned up a supply case, he opened it and seen a pack of bullets, a radio and a green herb!?
"Jesus, they gonna get stoned in a crisis or something?"
Pheonix tossed the green herb in the bin and fastened the radio to his hip belt buckle. he reloaded his gun and stored the extra clip for safety.
"This paper knew that umbrella were up to something, but they didn't get out of town. Very dedicated or very Stupid" Phenoix mused.