And, eyes-a-rollin', Voodoo enters. The door leads to a long white hallway, a tall navy blue stripe running in the middle on either side. A nearby sign indicates the clubhouse is straight ahead - though how far, it doesn't say.

"'s weird," Voodoo says. "End of the world, in the middle of Yankee central, you'd think somebody'd set up shop here. Surprised it ain't a field hospital or refugee camp."

Maybe it's paranoia talking, but...

"You think there's a reason folks stayed away?"