The back door into the old distillery building. Not castle-like at all, sadly.
Kate in the Atlas E, which is essentially a buried Atlas D. Above is the protective steel blast door.
In the barracks.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
One of the paper warehouses, with snow blowing across the floors.
The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.