THE BAD NEWS: Civilization has fallen. Zombies, WALKING DEAD type.
THE GOOD NEWS: You and the one person you love best were on the run from a herd of ravenous revenants when you chanced upon the Rhymer Enterprises compound located tin Desoto Coounty, Mississippi. The station chief, one Howard Rosenkowski, took pity and saved your asses. He told you tthe station was in the middle of evacuating to the next universe over. To avoid spreading the zombie plague, everybody has to go thorugh a STAR TREK:TNG type transporter, set up to so can be stored to their pre ZA state. There’s 125 RhE employees ahead of you, so Howard tells y’all to go to the mess hall and get some ice cream until your names are called
THE BAD NEWS: Halfway through your bronwie sundae, you and your beloved see the flaw in Howard’s plan and realize he had no intention of bringing y’all along. Y’all rush toward the interuniversal portal, but it’s too late; the RhE folks have bugged out and trashed the space-time twister, leaving you two stranded. Even worse, they’ve taken or destroyed all the magical gizmos and most of the sci-fi stuff.
THE GOOD NEWS: I said MOST of the sci-fi stuff. There’s three NextGen type tricorders left, along with spare parts and tooks to repair or construct more, and also arsenal of small arams – rifles, shotguns, handguns, ammo, even a couple of grenade launchers–along with three sets of riot gear, two HumVees and plenty of stored gas. There are generators and plenty of fuel for same, so the lights and heat will work for several momths. So will the refrigerators, but there’s nothing in them but ice cream. The station is on a 40-acre spread of arable land and surrounded by 30-foot-high adamantium walls (whose weak point is, obviously, the gate). Capping the wall is a dome made of ttransparent -steel, which will let sunlight in and, when retracted, rain. There are two wells and a water filtration system on site. Theoretically you could set up a sustainable farm here…
THE BAD NEWS: … except there’s no seeds in the compound. No farming equipment either. Or horses. And the only medical supplies are the contents of a first-aid kit somebody dropped outisde the trans-universal portal.
THE BASIC PROBLEM: So you’re in a defensible position you can live in long term, but you’re probably gonna need more people to make it practical. What are your plans? Do you let outsiders in? If so, what are your standards?