You are inside a warehouse. It looks like it's been out of use since before the quarantine. The building has been completely ransacked, and has fallen into ruin. The floor is flecked with fresh blood. 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 May the Saint give you hope onto a wall.

There is another zombie from your horde here. It's Gudrun Osvifsdottir.

There is a dead body here.