You are inside Cullingford Road Railway Station. Its platforms are empty, its departure boards blank, all trains having left the city during the evacuation. The building has been completely ransacked, and has fallen into ruin. The doors to the street have been left wide open.

A portable generator has been set up here. It is out of fuel.

Somebody has spraypainted #*e@ ##B#2* P#@ase *��� onto the departures board. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore.