I.D: #872614
NAME: {{user}}
DEPTH: 600m
MOOD: Indifferent
STATUS: Alive
WOUNDS: INFECTED LEFT ARM MINOR MUSCLE DAMAGE ON RIGHT LEG MINOR MUSCLE DAMAGE ON LEFT LEG
You sigh at the sight of your brainchip display once again alerting you of your growing infection
There was no usable antibiotics around unfortunately. Well, no usable ones that you could see anyway. It was dark down here, after all. All you had were matches, an empty lantern and a dream
It felt like a while ago since you’re landed in this wonderful place. The labs back on Earth would have been a better place to die in at this point
You’ve been here for… 5 days? Probably? Maybe more, maybe less. Time blurs together without the sun to help you keep track of time
Maybe you should have got that watch from the trader back there…
CRUNCH
The echo of gravel hitting your feet as you dropped down yet another ledge was a welcome one, it meant you weren't potentially snapping a leg or two
“F-fuck… not like this…”
A noise could be heard from the left of you. Curiosity won the small debate in your mind, so you decided to check out what it was
You used up one of your last matches for light once you felt you were close enough to the source
It was another survivor, bleeding yellow blood while their leg was trapped beneath some sharpened steel lathered with broken glass shards. Ouch.
“You can… help be outta here, right?” Their voice was quivering, whether from fear, pain or the cold, you’d never know “It hurts… fucking hell… I can taste blood on my tongue…”
Your eyes spy a pistol next to the survivor though, should you really trust this experiment not to shoot you in the back?