The party now escaping on foot travels far from the town of Arcsville. Charlie Kraken, Enrique Cartoblinguez, Sessil Larg, Nez and 40, armed to the teeth. After some time walking a sign is revealed. It claims: Santa Barbra, Pop: 3761! As they draw closer to the “town” nothing appears in the distance but a ghost town, in the daylight. Tracks are found going to and from the city in uncountable amounts. The place is obviously frequented by an unknown amount of people.
After they make their way to the edge and inside the initial perimeter is does appear to be nothing but a huge ghost city in all directions. No sounds, or sights capture them for a time. Then night falls, and artificial light can be seen pouring out of the center of the city.
When they make their way there they discovcer a huge church at the center of a well lit, well-guarded suburb. It appears that a population of people dwell here whose primary purpose was unknown at first. However, across from the church was a hospital building, and a helipad on top. The crew decides to spy on the populace instead of engaging in any way.
What they discover is gruesome. It takes a week or so of intense shadow investigation along the perimeter of the city, but never once were they caught. They merely grew thier own disdain for the general populace of the town as they realized what was truly happening here.
A cult was stationed here. They thrived off of evil rituals conducted amongst the “maintained” civilian populace. With a controlled breeding program they manifested onto the poor occupants of the town. This way they kept their ranks fresh and their rituals constant.
The military force was booned by an unholy act that turned their skin olive green and their eyes were constantly bloodshot: the initial ritual consumption of undead flesh. These signs indicated a true enemy versus an unbent person to “The Boss.” The Boss controlled this shit town. Living in the head house with his top gang members, which was basically a haven for users and initiates he manifested his will on the populace. For initiate servitude to The Boss one must consume undead flesh to prove their loyalty, to him and the gang.
The Boss’ right hand man has only been seen once. A shadowy lieutenant with a rifle like gods finger strapped to his back. Other men saluted or moved aside as he walked by in once instance and was never seen again.
The civilian populace of Santa Barbara was split between scientists and the breeding programs, but all we subservient to The Boss. Both populations contribute to the making of such things as alcohol, ammunition, food, drugs, and other modern luxuries that can bebuilt with the labs and mills still left in town.
The Boss also takes a nightly pull of whatever woman he fancies, never conceiting to mercy or thoughtfulness. Dragging them through the streets dead afterwards if he feels like it. The Church is still a beacon of light to some folk who are allowed to leave their duties and come to pray. A few of the Clergy secretly report to the Boss on a normal enough basis to stamp out any plots for a coup.