I question the validity of my work. Late into the night I continue my search for a cure, running the experiments again and again, fine-tuning the program that is now analyzing the DNA structure of this infection. Is there a cure? Is there yet hope? My hours are long, my eyes deep-set. Still, onward I program, hopeful past the despair in my heart that echos the truth.
Status: Tired
Ammo remaining: 6
Sock flails: 1
Health: 67
Pills: 0
Molotovs: 0
pipe bombs: 3
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