The year is 2050 and the planet itself is in the deep nihilistic shitholes right now. You woke up from the body freezers of the morgue to be greeted with a scene of dried up blood stains, followed with the scratches of destroyed equipment, furnishings, not to mention the horrific fates of the poor docs whose bodies had become more like glorified meat grind.

The last thing you remember from the visit is vague at best, taken on emergency surgery to the point of near dying followed by unwarranted guests coming in to cause a bit of a “flash mop-up job”. After that, nothing for the most part; you’ve came back from the long nap with stiches galore without any memories and as of now are left with the feeling of lonely silence and the low droning hums of ambience.
Feel free to scavenge whatever salvageable things that were left hanging out or just chill out and meet with the new normal of the outside. Your choices are my pleasure