You feel drawn towards a block 1 block west and 6 north.
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You are inside a factory. The machinery has been ruined, with dark oil pooling on the concrete floor. The doors to the street have been left wide open. Somebody has spraypainted E@B @nd P#%@*% H*lp Maint*#n th%% R%SOUR#E! -@@@ onto a wall. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore. There is another zombie from your horde here. It's Gudrun Osvifsdottir. Since your last turn:
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