The Factory

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Clothcraft Textile Industries, better known by those who now call it home as simply the Factory, was a former textile mill that had fallen on hard times even before the zombie apocalypse. The company went under as the lead in to the end of the world as we knew it began to ramp up and by the time the shit hit the fan the factory had all but closed down. It produced a variety of textiles for the clothing industry prior to its closing down.

It was left all but abandoned by the time the shit hit the fan, what few things it still tried to produce left sitting in stacks inside the factory. It was a ghost, paperwork still sitting on desks. Food sat spoiled in refrigerators. Two vending machines still had outdated snacks in them and a single coke machine still had halfway flat soft drink products inside. A few zombies roamed the factory, one or two on the factory floor from a door that had been left open and a few in the yard on the other side of the fence through a gate that had been left open when the factories last remnants fled in a hurry to escape the zombie apocalypse. What few zombies the factory had were easily cleared out.

The building was a tall two story building with a third story in places and a tall section that had five stories too it. It was a small but sprawling factory that sat behind a rusting chain link fence topped with razor wire with a single smoke stack jutting towards the sky. On the back side it had a tall fire escaped that accessed all five floors.

The Compound found the building while searching for locations to spread their influence and branch out so they were not so crowded in the Prison. It was the third building to be converted into a living space after the Prison and then the Armory.

The factory sat on a small plot of land just outside the city of Toledo proper, away from the center of the city. It had a large water tower base with the actual water tank removed at some point that had been converted into a lookout tower where they could trade off keeping watch over the surrounding area.

The building has been further fortified with concrete barriers and more barbed wire. Three large shipping containers full of zombies corralled into the tight quarters inside the containers sit as insurance, ready to be released in the event of an attack to aid as a distraction and repellant.

A few zombies sit strapped to posts, impaled on pikes or chained to fences, their arms hacked off. They are further deterrent to would be trespassers and are also meant as a scare tactic.

Rooms inside the factory have been converted best they can into living quarters where those who call the large factory home can reside. It was not the most comfortable of situations and did not have any of the comforts of home but it was shelter out of the weather, warm, and kept you safe from the walkers.

The Factory has raided the city of Toledo and picked it pretty clean, considering the city their territory and anything in the city their property. They have already killed a few survivors that didn’t agree with how they run things and didn’t want to fall into line and they aren’t afraid to kill a few more.

M113A1 APC x1, M1026 HMMWV x2, M925 Army Truck x2.

The Armory provided all of the military equipment for all of their communities, left over from the National Guard finally falling, and the Factory was no different. For that they had a single M113A1 armored personnel carrier mounted with a Browning machine gun. They also had two armored HMMWV vehicles and two M925 army trucks.

The community is run by a former Law Enforcement officer who spent some time in various divisions within Law Enforcement but was corrupt for most of his tenure as a police officer. Everything from accepting bribes too fabricating evidence. There were even a few brushes with violent behavior but nothing that rose to a level that would garner enough media attention as to kick him out.