Looking across the ruin-strewn brownfield left from ACME’s operation and demolition.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
I can confirm the existence of the long-rumored Federal Rectangle Research Institute labs.
A more recent look into the milling floor… the past decade hasn’t been good for this mill.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
In what used to be a hallway under what used to be a skyway, each with what had conveyor belts for the grain that once was stored here. The fog doesn’t change.
About a second after the explosives were triggered.
It seems someone planned on stealing the fridge, but gave up on the second floor.
For some time, tugboats were stored next to the elevator.