Are you still in Finnish Innsmouth(Finnsmouth?)? If so,they may suspect you are a fishman.
Innsmouth was just a one-week thing, they ran out of lawyers for the case and had to import. I've tried to think of a suitable comparison for this place, but really can't. Some administrative center in rural ~Minnesota with a bunch of zombies on the streets? The horror here is less one of ancient decay and more of present-day desperation and hopelessness. Living Dead, I guess?
Also at work, slightly hung over.
If I may take a stab at a comparison...
Day in and day out you go to work, going nowhere but feeling yourself slowly deteriorating into the carcass that will be there when you die. You find yourself constantly telling yourself you'll get your **** together, lose some weight, or any other wishful thinking that you never actually do. You focus on some decisions you made, thinking that if you had made a different choice you wouldn't be in this ****. You feel yourself becoming increasingly bitter, till all joy is drained from you and you're a hollow shell of a man. In the end you finally wear down to the point where you no longer care and eat lead.
In short, it's the bad office job expanded into a town.