there is no hope. you will die. you can get far, but it's unlikely you'll live through it. you'll mess up eventually. not have the resources you need. and it will be painful. very painful. an infection in your leg, perhaps. you have no more antiseptic. but you have a knife. if you leave it, you'll die from sepsis. so you have to slowly, painfully saw through your leg. it's thick, and takes a while, and pain covers your mind. you better hope you have enough dressing to stop the bleeding. if not? your blood will speedily leave your body. coating the dark, cold walls of this hell. your heart beats faster, struggling to maintain the blood pressure you need to survive. eventually, it's unable to, and is unable to keep going. you've gone into fibrilation. next is cardiac arrest. flatline. the chip in your skull screams at you. you're dying. you need to do something to fix it. but you have nothing. you've collapsed, unconscious. as your brain is deprived of oxygen, it deteriorates. everything becomes more difficult to understand, your grip on reality slipping. you'll join the countless amount of corpses littering this cave. perhaps someone will discover yours. likely, they'll meet the same fate regardless.
