You are inside a factory. The machinery has been ruined, with dark oil pooling on the concrete floor. The floor is flecked with fresh blood. The doors to the street have been left wide open.

There is a powered-down radio transmitter here.

Somebody has spraypainted Nicely done, mr. Morgan! onto a wall.

There are two other zombies here, all of them from your horde. You recognise WC Richards and Jan Breydel.

There is a dead body here.