Observatories were interesting structures. Their very existence was to serve the telescope inside, and their domed roofs meant they contained at least one spacious circular hall. They also often had their own power-generating equipment.
Sturdy walls, comprehensive security measures, and mountain-top locations—these were all advantages. As long as food and water supplies could be ensured, one could live securely for quite a long time in a bioweapon apocalypse.
Similar structures included dams, missile silos, prisons, and so on. All could be used to fend off zombies, and were at least safer than fire stations or police stations.
In his previous life, Su Ming had played some survival games, such as "Rotting Kingdom" and "7 Days to Die," but he had never seen a game where an observatory with tens of thousands of square meters of interior space could be used as a base.
Reality really was more fun.
Amid the raging wind and rain, Palomar Observatory looked like a peeled hard-boiled egg. Rainwater ran down its smooth white exterior walls, while occasional flashes of lightning made it glitter.
Beside the main building stood several hastily assembled temporary structures, likely places such as a recycling station and parking registration office.
So far, the four who had gotten out of the RV had not spotted any zombies. They had only found some bloodstains at the entrance to the observatory's front doors.
Thomas had intended to offer the Russian aunt a handgun, but she said she did not know how to use one. Instead, she chose a tire iron from the vehicle and gripped it as a weapon for self-defense.
"This doesn't look good, everyone. Look here." Martha nudged at the small puddle beside the door with the toe of her little boot and actually picked out a set of dentures. "Someone's teeth