You are inside Pritchard Grove Railway Station. Its platforms are empty, its departure boards blank, all trains having left the city during the evacuation. The building has been completely ransacked, and has fallen into ruin. The ceiling above you has collapsed, and a carpet of a thousand weeds reach towards the sky. The doors to the street have been left wide open.

Somebody has spraypainted D%AT* T#I# %%*%%� onto the departures board. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore.

There is a lone zombie here.