Wyke Hills [54,93]
Built in 1964, Sharpe Library was owned by the Sharpe family since its construction. The original founder, Ronnie Sharpe, was quite the bookworm and wholeheartedly supported the home-schooling ideal of the neighborhood and his son, Maurice Sharpe I, was homeschooled in that very library. Children with library membership were brought on a field trip once a year. These were often to the City Zoo or River Kevan, but occasionally toured a string of museums. The most common of these journeys was between the Huddy, Ruxton, and Saffyn Museums. The library also served as a hangout for local students, emphasizing the lack of entertainment from movie theaters and other attractions.
Because of the vast amount of children attending the library, there was a serious question about the amount of chatter. One employee estimated that an average of 8.9 million words were spoken per day in the so called 'Quiet Room'. After a few years of considering the question Ronnie decided on a final solution to exterminate the idle discussions between the bored children. Rather than spread the children freely throughout the room, they were concentrated into square tables with a barrier in the form of an equilateral cross with its arms bent at right angles, which divided them into four equal sitting areas, with nothing to look at but one's studies. The execution of this plan was ultimately successful, and it is estimated that only 2.9 millions words were spoken per day following it, with a full 67% percent of the discussion exterminated.
When Ronnie died, Maurice took up the library himself, and taught his own son, named Maurice Sharpe II, in the library. Young Maurice, known as Big Mo by his friends, wasn't fascinated by books as his father was and eventually went to a police academy in the north eastern area of the quarantine zone.
Maurice Sharpe I was last seen scolding survivors whom began turning over shelves to barricade the building from the zombie horde. A loud gunshot was heard, followed by some muttering the phrase "Stupid death cultists, trying to get us all killed."
|In zamgrh, this location is known as Zharb Baagbarn.