Utterly Mad

The Rescue Team
Marcus
You look at the mecha, which looks back at you. It's grey, rectangular face plate provides little information. Hal crackles over the radio, voice emotionless as ever. "I'm having some trouble reading Two-Paw's thought patterns. I can confirm that whatever is down that alley, the mecha does not like. The readings are very similar to the emotion of fear, but Two-Paw's AI is incapable of emotion. Recommend a software update upon return to the headquarters."
A cold wind blows bits of plastic and leaves around your legs. You hear a faint noise coming down the street. It sounds like something breathing, heavily.

Perigrinium
Your helmet's HUD display shows an overhead map. In the center, two blue dots ping next to a big yellow dot. Up at the top, an arrow pointing north sits, with the number 257 METERS beneath it. You gauge that to be about three more blocks.
The side road sits quietly across the avenue.

The Survivors
Aaron
You think back to the days you had electricity. When food didn't spoil and you had air conditioning, television, the Net and everything else that made life so easy. That went out not but a week or so after the quarantine was called. Fuel for the generators ran out a month after that. You've been living a quiet existence since then, but at least you don't have to worry about leaving your fork in the toaster anymore.

Walk and Talk, The Team Advances
Vae's eyes roll at the mention. "Eugh, don't remind me. I thought I left the stuff behind in college. I had Spaghetti-O's every day back then, and I can't stand them now."

The conversation continues as the three of you walk past the same old ruined houses you've seen a thousand times over your years on the island. Your voices echo softly across brick walls and stone edifices, and the sound is almost like there are other people out taking walks, talking with friends, like the world never ended.

You arrive at the apartment. It's just how you left it, with boarded windows and fortified door and a few spikes lying around for good measure. There is a mutant lying outside one of the windows. It's head is missing and the body is starting to attract flies. Vae makes a disgusted face, but doesn't say anything.
The fire escape that you and the other survivors use to get around the complex has its ladder left in the down position. Normally, it'd be up, to keep the mutants from climbing to the third story apartment you call home.

A Lonely Beach Gets Lonlier
You heft the laser cannon off the sand and into your arms. Seawater spills out of the barrel as you do, and you get some on your shoes. One more look over the beach confirms that there's nothing left unless you're interested in scraps of metal. You start walking back, sun beginning to set in the east. Getting onto the main road, you see the three others far at the other end turning onto your apartment's street. You pick up your pace, and are walking up behind them to see them standing outside of the apartment.

The Altar of Cheese Approaches
You calm yourself, expelling all unholy and uncheesy thoughts from your mind. You feel his presence. It is strong, here. Soon, you will find the secrets of all cheese.
You throw open the gate, and enter the warehouse.

The first thing you notice is that the place is absolutely enormous. It's as if all the buildings that would normally occupy a city block had been put together to form one big storage space, and you were just at its edge. You can barely see past the rows and rows of shelves, each shelf covered in old, rotting cardboard boxes. To your left, the row of shelves continues on into the shadows. To your right, it is the same, save for an isle running through the center of the warehouse. A faint light filters down from the isle. The scent of cheese has dissipated, but the feeling you get in the back of your mind is stronger than ever.