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A few of the 100 summer homes that the Emerald Resort had to offer.
This was once the entrance to the visitor’s center.
The dance hall.
One lone dancer.
The eeriest things about the resort are the cartoonish characters painted on the walls of the homes, still goofing off with no one around to see them.
This is a bottle of Naftizin, once used as nasal drops. No one knows if it was left by someone from the resort, or one of the post-meltdown squatters.
When do you think was the last time someone played on this playground?
This is one of the places squatters have been known to stay.
It’s hard to tell what this room was once used for.
Only a few well-made appliances remain after the explosion.