You are inside the Stollery Arms, an abandoned pub. Chairs and tables are strewn across the floor, and there is broken glass everywhere. 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 Trump Sucks! onto a wall.

There is another zombie from your horde here. It's doomed death.

There is a dead body here.