Who sent trains full of radioactive waste to rot in the easten backwoods? European democrats.

There were crates, half-opened, scattered around the train — someone had looted them. Then I heard dogs barking from the forest. I bolted out of there. Barely escaped.

Offices, halls, just an empty shell. After about an hour, I walked out the other side of the building and saw railroad tracks leading into the woods. A train with radiation warning signs on the cars was parked on the tracks.

I grabbed the beer, walked under the railway tracks, and found an abandoned research institute building. I snuck onto the grounds and started wandering through the floors of the deserted institute. Glass bottles with chemicals scattered on the floor, papers everywhere.