You are inside Julie General Hospital, its empty wards criss-crossed with snapped quarantine tape. Thick trails of blood are smeared across the walls and floor. The doors to the street have been left wide open.

A portable generator has been set up here. It is running, and powering a battered radio transmitter that's currently set to 27.55 MHz.

Somebody has spraypainted @@#@y%@e #@#ds a#c*s% t@ FA@s# @lease k#ep %@ V** onto a wall. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore.

There is a group of nine other zombies here.

There is a dead body here.