>>5480346You figure that you should try to find something that will be of use while you still have time. Messing with the window ultimately won't cover your tracks, and hiding will only use up time. The best way to improve your chances of surviving will be adding to your current arsenal.
The main question is what would be the most useful. You don't know what's all in the house, but you guess you can make a few guesses. There's probably some woodworking tools in the garage, but you imagine those might be kind of unwieldy as weapons. There's also the bow but frankly you can't imagine that you'd get many chances to use it, particularly given your skill with it, or the lack thereof. Obviously you wouldn't turn down having it, but it probably won't be of much help either. As for the car... well, if you found the keys that would be another avenue of escape, but to where exactly? Down the street? That wall of fog outside makes you feel uneasy, and if you just went driving into it you'd get lost immediately, which could wind up with you in an even worse situation than now.
Ultimately, you decide that you should try looking for medical supplies first- a first aid kit or something. You have both a middle and short range weapon to fight whatever comes after you, but you don't actually have anything to help with the aftermath. Even if you fight and come out on top, will you do so uninjured? You need to be able to deal with at least basic wounds.
Settling on an objective, you head down the hallway to the bathroom. You point your flashlight at the mirror and frown. Past the glare of the light can be seen a man that is worse for wear. Your hair is stained with dirt and a wide streak of blood is smeared on your face, running down from your nose, past your chin, and all the way down to your neck. At this point it's mostly dried. You'd like to wash your face, but given that the water probably isn't running here either, it seems like a waste. As your attention moves downwards, you catch sight of your sweatshirt. It was a dark blue before, but blood and dirt have discolored parts of it into a tapestry of blue, brown, and red. Tonight has not been particularly kind to you.
With a sigh, you turn your attention away from your appearance and open up the mirror so that you can begin poking around in what you hope is their medicine cabinet. Comb, comb, toothpaste, toothbrush, hairbrush, yet another comb, cologne... ah, some aspirin! Not amazing, but a painkiller is a painkiller. Maybe if you take a couple now it will dull some of the hurt you still feel from your rough landing earlier and any more you may feel later.
After the aspirin, however, you don't find anything terribly interesting. Just razors, rags, and other assorted bathroom junk. Fortunately you think to look under the sink afterwards though, and stumble upon the jackpot. Behind rolls of toilet paper and air freshener is a red container with a white cross on it- a clearly labeled first aid kit!
