You are inside Club Stringfellow. 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 set your mind to work without putting things off onto a wall.

There are two other zombies here, all of them from your horde. You recognise EasyDinner and Krakonus.

There is a dead body here.