…somebody get the number of that truck! Near the Day Rooms in the Paying Patient ward.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
The elevator near the offices seemed a day’s work away from being operational
On the outside of the steel silos and headhouse is a riveted bulge that does not look like the silos. Inside is this elevator, a rudimentary (read: dangerous) and old (read: dangerous) freight elevator.
A storage vault for guns and other weapons to protect the base from attack.
Aaron by the concentrator.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.