It’s one of the oldest zombie apocalypse tropes going.
A plucky band of survivors happen across a makeshift utopia, a community safe from zombie attacks.
They’re invited in, made to feel welcome, given a purpose, a chance at a new life…and then…BAM!!!
The old double-cross. They’re betrayed, killed, chopped up into a stew, you name it.
BQB thinks Fort Hauser is a pretty sweet deal and wants to stay.
VGRF thinks its all just a little too perfect and wants to head for the hills.
Who’s right? Who’s wrong.
3.5 readers, BQB is counting on you. Advise him in the comments as to whether Fort Hauser is haven or a hoax.
Bookshelf Battle 
Oo, scary picture! If zombies attacked, I would totally run for the hills and not trust any Utopian village.
Woodbury. Terminus. Seems like a pattern.
I agree – run, far and fast!
With my luck I’d probably run from a settlement where they give you free waffles straight to a settlement where they try to turn you into waffles.
It’s the wafflepocalypse! How about you establish a settlement and, in exchange for your benevolence and protection from flesh-eating ne’er do wells, settlers must provide you with waffles any time you wish!
Waffletown
Waffletown!