Locations
From Welcometohell
Hell Country Store - Owned by the Kirkpatrick/Oosterhuis family, this store has quite a few hunting supplies. There's also a bait tank out back.
The Baptist Church - White, one and a half-story church, the smallest in the area, with a cross high in the air above it. It has bats in the attic. It also has a large candlelit 'chandelier' (much less fancy than what you might be imagining) that always seems to be gently swinging back and forth. Miraculously, it has somehow not been burned up by St. John. Perhaps someone has thorny issues with religion! + The Baptist Church
The Lutheran Church - Got burned up by St. John after vampires attacked him and Melissa Gold. It still exists, it's just been taken over by the little critters. During the day, however, it's a fairly ordinary place with a large kitchen in the basement, a waiting room, and plenty of smoldered wooden pews. + The Lutheran Church
The Catholic Church - Got burned up by St. John after zombies attacked. In terms of architecture it was the nicest of the three religious establishments in Hell, and what remains is still elegantly designed. There is in fact a bell, but it has been silent for a very long time.
Dam Site Inn - A smallish motel, featuring all the usual amenities - A/C, free HBO, wireless internet -- just kidding, it doesn't have any of those things. But it does have a reasonably large number of matching sheets and pillowcases, along with amusing pictures of things like dogs playing backgammon. And back before the end of the world it offered a reasonably nice breakfast! The DSI often becomes the de facto residence for those just arriving in town, until they find some other building to claim as their own. Walter Mark Sparrow Barish lives there, in room 5. Naturally, this is located between 15 and 17. Things happen. Other notable (by which we mean 'alive') residents include Mohinder Suresh, Eden McCain, and Threnody. Reference
Holiday Inn, off route 43 - Your standard Holiday Inn, really - two floors, with a pool that is probably deeply in need of cleaning at this point, a few messy hotel rooms. The balcony to the second floor overlooks the first, and there are vending machines that never seem to work properly.
Acheron High School - The Acheron basketball team has a bunch of trophies located in a display case by the front entrance, and there's a mural of smiling, happy children walking around the school's campus on the interior front wall. Unfortunately, at some point, this mural got smeared with blood. Hey, it happens! The rest of the classrooms are fairly small, and the gymnasium has a basketball collecting cobwebs in dust tucked in one corner.
Gas Station - Good gas, good eats, good prices. Goodbye, boomboom.
The Medical Clinic - Local free clinic, run by Dr. Sara Tancredi, Ph.D. After extensive cleaning, it is now open to the public again. Features a lovely little lobby (with really old Highlights magazines and, oddly enough, equally old copies of Modern Bride), and eight exam rooms, one of which is outfitted with emergency medical supplies and serves as a makeshift ER. Stop in for a simple vaccination, or to finally get that three-day-old bullet wound looked at!
John Smith's Office - Located near the Medical Clinic, Smith's office technically only takes up part of the first floor of a larger office building, but since he's the only surviving tenant, he's pretty much claimed the place as his own. There's a shingle out front, same as there's always been, advertising private investigation services, if anyone else in town ever cared to actually investigate anything.
Hell Creek - a fairly sizable creek winds through most of town. The water's definitely got to be boiled if anyone wants to drink it, but if that mysterious water ever stops coming out of the faucets, it's nice to know that it's there, isn't it?
Hell Creek Pavilion - In happier times, families once picnicked on Hell Creek's bonny shores. Now, the Pavilion stands abandoned. :< It's useless on many levels, but in the event of a storm or similar, any shelter is better than none. Contains a number of wooden picnic tables which could be used for firewood or building other things.
TCF Bank Branch - It's a BANK. It's the END OF THE WORLD. What d'you care what's in it, what're you going to do? Swim in the money vaults, Scrooge McDuck?
Video Lord - There used to be the Video King and the Video Lord, each vying for dominance in the cut-throat world of VHS and DVD rentals. Sadly, the reign of the King has ended and a new Lord has risen. Along with stacks and stacks of DVDs and VHS, there are projectors, VCRs, DVD players and the necessary equipment to repair them.
Pick'n'Save Grocery - Is orange. Very, very, orange. The walls are sort of bright Halloween orange, the floor tile in the bathroom is sort of a burnt sienna, and sometimes the conveyer belts struggle to life and run for a few minutes out of the blue. There is, as you might expect, decaying food all over. What hasn't been slowly ruined by the progression of time has probably been looted, but you're welcome to look anyway!
Elementary School - This was a cheery place, once! It looks like it's been remodeled recently, although the exterior of the building is pretty old. It has three floors and a rickety elevator, with artwork done by the kids lining the halls, as well as pamphlets on childrens' protocol, such as what to do in a fire drill, how to stand in line, the proper procedure for washing your hands, and so on. The desks are mostly pushed to the sides and covered in dust. Sometimes doors slam down the hall, and you might hear laughter or murmuring if you're quiet enough. It's not a happy place anymore. In fact, it's downright ominous - like someone's watching.
Hell Post Office - This thin, tall granite building has a mail slot directly next to the door, for the lazy citizens of Hell. It also has a plaque with names of people who contributed to the building of Hell, back in the day! There's a row of booths for people to approach about their mail, and offices on the upper floors. The basement is full of PAPER.
The Antique Man -- More of a curio shop than a thrift store. If you're looking for Victorian medical saws, this is the place to go. Reference
Record Store
Old Goat Books is a fire-hazard of epic proportions. The former owner (RIP, Mac Donaldson) may have had a few screws loose, but he did have a deep and abiding love for books. His wares are still there filling the shelves, the floor, in random piles and double-layered in the fiction section. If you want it, it's here, but you'll never find it without Mac to help you.
Butcher's Shop The butcher's shop was a small, family affair with a long, clean glass counter in the front of the store and an old, stone mason abattoir in the back. All the meat has spoiled, but if you can stand the smell there might be some useful equipment there. Reference
Firehall
VFW - VFW stands for Veterans of Foreign Wars, and this building is one of the most secure in town. It's where town meetings are held (including, yes, the ones wherein strange women shoot themselves), so there are plenty of folding chairs, a microphone set-up, and benches lining the walls. There are spare instruments in a back room, from when tiny local bands that never went anywhere played. The building itself is brick, with steel doors - three of them. There used to be two. Things happen.
Screams Ice Cream - A Halloween themed ice cream shop. It smells to high heaven in there by now. They also have a lot of devil ducks.
Tommy's Variety and York Convenience are the two local corner shops. Tommy's is a bit smaller and with a minimal selection, but it's in better condition since the owner of YorkC enjoyed breeding cichlids and kept tanks of them in the back of his store.
Roadhouse, off route 43
City Hall - a majestic (where majestic means 'small and squat') brick affair. Town meetings are held there when necessary, and are only occasionally interrupted by suicide via telekinesis. It features a number of civic offices which are no longer in use, because things like armageddon settle small claims court issues really fast! Reference
The Paradise, casino boat on Lake Michigan. Yes, Lake Michigan. In Wisconsin. Be quiet. Reference
The Titty Twister is the local strip club and it can be found off route 43. There's lots of neon, lots of unused booze, and feather boas. Fun times! The former lead dancer, Santanico Pandemonium, used to have a giant, albino python and Skipper may still be lurking somewhere nearby. Reference
Choice Cigarette Store - It's a store. It sells cigarettes. There's a humidor! It's nice. Cozy even! The cigarettes are doubtless mostly stale by now, but addiction is addiction, kids. It has been looted accordingly.
Radio Shack -
Candle Store - This store was destroyed in a firey blaze, having been located too near to the gas station. The owner, Charlotte Palmer, died from plague.
RV Park
Hardware Store
Pawn Shop
Dance Studio
Hell Public Library - An old brownstone building which was once a Presbyterian church. The librarian lived there, so it also features a smallish apartment/kitchenette. Possibly, there is a secret room for some less than standard books. POSSIBLY, this room will still be there even if someone takes it into their excessively angry head to burn down said building.
The Graveyard
Neighboring Town of Purgatory
Das Waffel Haus - Neon, chicken and waffles. Destroyed along with the town of Purgatory.
The Willowcreek Plaza, off route 43 - Your standard American midwest shopping mall. A Hot Topic, an Arby's, A Sears, A JC Penny, A Sharper Image, an As Seen On TV Store, and oh-yes: a parking garage filled with zombies.
Sheriff's Station - your standard small town sheriff's office.
Delmar's Junkyard - Filled with just what one might imagine, which is bits of old cars, refrigerators, washers, etc. Once it had a few guard dogs, slightly over the average number of rats...the only problem is there's one of them there THINNIES near it, and it is entirely possible some of those animals might have accidentally wandered into it. In fact, it's more than possible said dogs and rats are now what one might call giant, and also want to eat your tender flesh. Don't uh, go there after dark. Or ever, actually.
John Smith's House - Located roughly midway between downtown and the edge of town, Smith lives in what was originally a two-story house, which had since been converted into upstairs and downstairs apartments. However, John's upstairs neighbor, Mr. Morelli, has died of plague, so he's claimed the upstairs as well, mostly for incidental storage. His backyard has an improvised shooting range... and gas generators with a buried fuel tank, because he's had years to prepare for something happening, and went about it probably a little bit more extensively than most people would consider entirely normal.
Jackson's - A tiny dive of a place near one of the roads leading into town, this boxy red-roofed structure was once the temporary home of Madeline Yi. She cleaned the place up very well, and everything is gleaming and set in neatly organized patterns. There's a lot of canned goods in the kitchen, and no sign anyone ever used it as a full time residence.
Parker Lachance, Phoebe Lachance, and Bridgette DuBois's House - This two-story building is near the downtown, and has a high chainlink fence in the back for a dog long dead before the plague. It was picked mostly for its readily defensible interior layout and the safe room in the basement. It's just a concrete box with a really heavy lock, in essence, but it's built to withstand at least small explosions. The rest of the house is being worked on to turn it into what's more or less a fortress, starting with a shatterproofing of the windows and more pieces of chainlink nailed over each and every one from the inside. The solid core doors haven't needed much help yet, but they're always locked. Inside, it's still mostly just a house, though one recently and efficiently stripped down to the fundamentals. There are a few kids' toys strewn around the backyard, but none on the unfenced front yard.
Gabriel Gray and Madeline Yi's House - A one-story bungalow with a small, damp basement once owned by one old woman or another has become the new home of two twenty-somethings looking to make their way in the world. The seventies apparently never left this building, and the strange and nauseating patterns on the carpet can only be beaten by the tacky and omnipresent trinkets just aching to be rearranged for unpleasantness. There are dozens of porcelain cats. Everywhere.
Dorothy Gale's House - A bit further out into suburbia, a two-story home that once belonged to a fairly well-off family now houses Dorothy Gale and a fuckload of chickens. She'll trade you some fresh meat and eggs, given you've got something she'll want off of you. Help her out with some work and you'll get it for free. You can tell which house is hers because of the emerald-green truck in the driveway, and the huge chicken coop in the backyard.
Karen Tillotson's House - The cheerfully striped home of one of the best pen-pals known to man is a rotting slaughterhouse inside. The bodies are in various states of decay, and a single corpse lies half in and half out of the shattered sliding glass door to the backyard. A ladder to the attic dangles in the hall that holds the worst of the carnage, and up there fading bloodstains and a dried puddle of puke in the corner tell just part of a story that the disturbed grave beginning to heal over with weeds in the backyard might be able to finish.
The Bowman Home - A small blue house with white trim. It's bigger on the inside. At various times during the day, one might see a tiny robotic dog attached to a roomba wandering about. Or a really, really ugly cat.
The Trailer - A very nice and government issue RV. Currently parked in front of the Dam Site Inn. Not really all that well stocked anymore, there might be a few bottles of beer left inside. Previous tennants were EPA agents.
