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.

A portable generator has been set up here. It is out of fuel, and connected to a powered-down radio transmitter.

Somebody has spraypainted bum fluff, framed it, and hung it onto a wall.

There is another zombie from your horde here. It's Jan Breydel.