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 ###*g t# %el% a*a@n # . . onto a wall. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore.

There is another zombie from your horde here. It's Albert Finny.

There are two dead bodies here.