The far end of the building has the worst smell, the least light, and the greatest chance of the heebeejeebeez. The shelves are higher here, arranged like someone desperately wanted to block out the sight as much as possible. One of the desks has marks in it like someone dug their nails in out of nervousness. The giant tubes with bodies floating within have an option to decrease noise from them. None have been turned on.

It's down here that the mobile dead are kept, steel walls and forcefield windows cutting them off from what was once a room of living workers. There's a red sign, a tack board, and no sign of any dead actually being mobile.