You are inside Scarpendale Street 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. Mould and fungus bloom across the crumbling walls, and the building's fittings are buried beneath dust and fallen plaster. The doors to the street have been secured.

Somebody has spraypainted %%%T%@ onto the departures board. The graffiti has been obscured by smears of gore.

There is a lone zombie here.