The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through grimy skylights high above a giant, abandoned Walmart, the shelves stripped bare, with shopping carts scattered everywhere. Like, a bunch of the carts are somehow embedded in the walls, with wheels and metal frames poking out at weird angles, while others are still standing in the aisles. The air's dry, with a lingering smell of stale bread, and it's weirdly still, like there's no air movement at all. The sun outside is pretty high, but inside, the only sound is the creaking of old shelves, despite there being no wind or anything.