We've been slowed by the weather, but we're tracking the rest of our group. The best we can figure, there was some kind of a fire. Probably one of the heaters caught, or something, and they had to evacuate. We don't know if the zombies came in during the evacuation or if they wandered in later. We didn't find any bodies we recognized.
The compound is wasted. The building is half burned down and the fence is trashed again. We salvaged a few things, but not as much as I'd like. I don't think we're going back though. I've had it with that place.
The tire tracks were pretty easy to follow in the snow, and we probably should have started after them right away, but we hung around a while, trying to figure out what happened and thinking they would probably come back. We're still seeing the tracks, but it's snowed pretty good since then and they're getting harder to read. What I don't understand is why they haven't come back to meet us half way. They must know we're going to be looking for them.