a return to form | jack scavenging day 3

One thing he did not want to do so soon is return to the medical wing. But alas, he'd taken pretty heavy damage and already consumed most of the supplies he stockpiled for himself. Realistically, Jack accepted that he'd probably be making daily trips to this haunted place. He figured most everyone would by some point. Making it to the end unscathed was, he realized now, not exactly possible. Emerson, Wolf, and Arcadia literally got lasered for even trying to run instead of fight on that first night. Machiavelli was dead now and had almost been that way once already thanks to the cluster of dummies that had attacked them. It was silly of Jack or anyone to hold on to the notion that they could somehow escape unscathed.

Even if by some small miracle they made it to the end without a scratch, there would still be one person left to face. One person whose job was to kill them at any cost. Unscathed wasn't realistic. Not anymore and certainly not in a quell.

He stepped into a familiar sterile room, keeping his eyes peeled for something that might help.

[searches operating room]
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