You are inside Club Pearce. Coloured spotlights highlight an empty stage, and distorted music echoes over the speakers. The building has been completely ransacked, and has fallen into ruin. The floor is flecked with dried blood. The doors to the street have been left wide open.

A portable generator has been set up here. It is running.

Somebody has spraypainted A*a%o%*a onto a wall. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore.

There is another zombie from your horde here. It's Cthulhu In Lingerie.