The bartender shake his head. "I haven't the foggiest. All I know it what's out there is bad. I've been using the term survivor loosely. Some of the people barely make it away with more than a head and torso. A few of the stories were actually from those already dead. The sailors on the lower dock are so scared, they won't even stand in the shadows near the trees." The other patrons at tables start to get quiet. Seems the bartender's ghost stories are starting to get to them.