The smell of rotting corpses was impossible for him to ignore, and while dealing with those zombies had prepared Harvey for that somewhat, these ones had probably been left to ferment for a while longer. He wrinkled his nose as he moved across the sand, noting one body that was clearly not human. So the monsters that got offed were dumped here, too?

Though that brought up the question of how it was decided whether someone's body ended up here or in the morgue. Maybe all of the bodies here were just for decoration, but unlike the skeletons, it was clear that these ones had been killed fairly recently.

It wasn't something that Sangamon had the stomach for, apparently. Harvey made sure to direct himself far away from that puddle of puke, although that almost caused him to stick his foot into one of the corpse's torsos. "Hey, hold it together, all right?" They couldn't really let the sight of some dead bodies throw them off, though the smell was pretty atrocious.

Harvey directed his attention to the doors. All four of them were decorated in a similar way (that is, carved into and blood-smeared), which meant that it was hard to pick between them. Did it even matter? There was no way to know the "right" answer here, so he was just going to have to choose at random.

The one closest was slightly to the left from the docks, and it seemed like as good a choice as any. "Let's pick door number two, I guess," he said as he started toward it. Was it just going to open for them once they got close enough? Harvey figured that was most likely, based on how everything else had worked here so far.