The woman gulps, but she still nods. "Okay, but stay close."
The "guided tour" leads you all around the camp grounds, where you discover the chewed on corpses of other squatters in and around the various shanty houses and deserted buildings.

No other animals are lurking or alive here. The knocked out mutants get finished off with a stab or ten to the organs.

The woman leads the exiles over to the thrown chemical bottles that started all this. As she said, the fluid is yellow and stinky. It has dried and faded pretty badly thanks to exposure.