You are inside Martin General Hospital, its empty wards criss-crossed with snapped quarantine tape. The building has been completely ransacked, and has fallen into ruin. The building has been extremely heavily barricaded.

A portable generator has been set up here. It is out of fuel. One of the wards has been decorated with a fire-damaged painting and an African painting.

Somebody has spraypainted Fûçk off you non-league shíte onto a wall.