Final Destination

Amaresh can't see anything that looks promising. The poles standing passengers hold onto would make a decent staff, but they're bolted down tight. Rushing a TSA Agent for their sidearm is too risky. The bus doesn't even have a cable to pull, instead it has strips you push on to ring the bell.

As the buses leave I-5 and enter Seattle proper, it becomes readily appearant how bad it really is.

The cars are the first indicator. There are signs of wrecks everywhere. Numerous cars drove into buildings. Even more hit other cars, causing some truly huge pile-ups. Some even seemed to have rolled down the hills and into the water.

That being said... the buses seem to follow a particular path, and it has been cleared of obstructions. Perhaps a crew like the one you saw previously has been at work in the city?

The hordes are out, and are drawn to the sounds of the buses. The drivers refuse to stop, and more than a couple of people are simply driven over. Passengers notice and point out small plumes of smoke rising between buildings at random intervals.

Eventually, the buses arrive at the Seattle Center. The Center House -- or, The Armory -- has been hastily barricaded. Chain link panels provide a place for buses to unload, with a number of people standing guard. You all can see a number of bodies laying on the walkways and grass around the grounds. As people unload from the buses, more guards move to watch the parking area, including some on the roof. Inside the doors there are tables, and people are indeed collecting phones, tablets, laptops, and the like. As you get closer, you can see they are putting devices in clear "ziploc" style bags with polaroid pictures of the owner, as well as writing on the bag.

For now, your bus isn't letting people off... it looks like they're taking one bus at a time.

After a bit, it's your turn to get off the bus and move into the Center House.

"Let's keep it orderly, folks. Everyone will get in, and we're keeping you safe. No need to worry or panic. Three lines people, three lines!"

Multiple people are saying the same basic message, and while they're presenting at least a cursory attempt at placating the people that were rescued, most of them keep their eyes out of the makeshift lot, looking for signs of danger.

As you slowly but steadily move through the doors, it becomes your turns at the tables.

"Please turn over any electronics and any weapons. They'll be stored safely and returned to you once things are better sorted out."

You note that, in addition to the polaroid, they're checking ID and writing full name and date of birth on the bags before sealing them and placing them in numbered tubs. There also appears to be a master list where the name and DOB is listed with the tub number.

When they notice Stan walking with a limp, before he even gets to the table one of the people working... security?... rushes to him. "Sir, are you injured? Were you bit?"

As the women each approach an... organizer?... they get the speech, followed with, "Hand over any electronics or weapons, a form of ID, and open any handbags for search. Please."

"Immigration won't be a problem, miss," comes the reply. One of the attendees will scurry off, and promptly returns with a Japanese woman.

In perfect japanese, she addresses Sakura. "Hello. I'm sure this is a confusing time. We are not sure what the emergency is or what caused it, but we've established this safe location to protect everyone we can.

Do you have any electronics with you? We want to keep this place a secret to keep people safe while we figure out what is going on."