You think this shall be your new home for awhile. No way you want to go back into that hallway. To help stave of boredom you push all the furniture against the door to help secure it. You search the place. You don't find much. This is some mid dollar prostitute's John den. She has minimal items kept here. She won't be returning. She died in a crack house when the zombies rose.
You try out the TV and radio. Both broadcast government alert loops to stay inside help is on the way.