Most recent Survivor was going through a mansion fairly early in his career when he recieved that most ominous of words. “Your bite wound feels really deep”. Not having any disinfectant or first aid kits, I went outside, made a fire, and tried to cauterise the wound. Tried. Despite several attempts, alas, the wound became infected. Now things were really looking grim.
I went south, and checked in several houses. Alas, all of them lacked antibiotics. A horde blocked further exploration into the city, but there was a second evacuee shelter to the northwest, on the edge of my starting map, that could maybe have some antibiotics in its basement. Maybe. On the way to the shelter, I ran into a dead scientist party. Checking them revealed no antibiotics or Royal jelly, but there was an ID card. I picked it up, of course, just in case I somehow survived this.
I reached the shelter without any further problems, but first took a quick look at my map. There was a lab only about 4 tiles away, just outside of my initial map range. Well… death or glory.
And so, my lightly armed, moderately injured, infected, dead tired (no time to sleep when your hours are numbered) survivor headed into the darkness of the lab. My flashlight ran out after about 2 rooms, so I kept exploring in the dark. Trying as best I could to avoid the various defenses of the lab. And then, my prayers were answered! I found some royal jelly, and was cured of the infection. I live to fight another day!.
Now, all I have to do is find my way back out of this place. In the dark.
