Carefully

Your Status: Strong Resistance, Infection at 3%

Rebecca's Status: Weak Resistance, Infection at 14%

Your Equipment: Ball Cap, Clothes(B), Sneakers, Intertwined Backpacks

Rebecca's Equipment: Lab Coat, Clothes(C), Sneakers

Your Inventory: Pistol B (6/13), Firecrackers (34), Pocketknife, Flip Lighter, Battery Powered Lantern, Battery Powered Clock, Mini Flashlight, Pack of Batteries (7)

Rebecca's Inventory: Switchblade

"Alright, if we are going to the city, we need to lock this place down. Grab food and water. Make sure everything," you point to the pistol you stuck in your jeans "is ready to go. Plan how we are going to get there." you state, certain neither of you want to be in a situation that you could have prevented.

"Right, let me grab a few things real quick." Rebecca replies, before leaving the room as you begin to carefully clear the table in front of you. If worse comes to worse, it would be wise to keep as much of the equipment in good condition for their return. That done, you begin emptying your backpack and laying everything on the table. Everything seems good-

"Say, Funny question. Youuuuu....wouldn't happen to be pregnant, would you?" Rebecca, with only her head visible in the doorframe, asked before she balked as you slowly, calmly, and utterly terrifyingly turn your head until only one eye is visible amidst your shadowed face, before, with a tone promising a long, drawn out ****, you grown out, "What?"

Rebecca immediately tries to retreat, "Sorry, sorry, came out wrong, sorry. What I meant was that...
oneofthetestsiransaysyouareproducinghormonessomeoneintheirfourteenthweekofpregnecywouldproduce. Pleasedon'tkillme."

You blink, trying to figure out what she just blabbered out, before you respond. "Wait, this stuff
told you that?"

"Yeah, I was surprised as well," Rebecca informs you, relieved you weren't going to kill her, "This is
some seriously theoretical equipment here. Either prototypes, or just not released to the public shit."

That is unnerving, and it doesn't take long for your mind to come up with a nasty thought: Did this mean that hormones had something to do with the disease? You turn to voice your question to Rebecca....but she is gone. You blink, before telling yourself you'll ask her later and you turn back towards the gear you have on the table.

You are in the middle of cleaning the lantern when you hear something moving in the hall. The brief flicker of fear is squashed when Rebecca cheerfully announces that she has brought 'presents'. She enters the room carrying a large, military-surplus grade duffel bag that looks horrifically packed and 3 more similar empty bags. "Merry Christmas, or Whatever You Celebrated!"

You chuckle, before the two of you begin unloading the stuffed bag. Ah, this is where the good stuff
went, you think as you pull out a pump-action shotgun at one point. Before long, the table is packed and the two of you begin going through things. There is the pistol you came in here with, as well as the box of ammo, though you're not sure which of the two it is. The shotgun and 3 boxes of buckshot. An empty handgun magazine that you hope will fit your pistol, only to discover it's for the pistol you grabbed earlier. Two rain ponchos, three of those foily 'space blankets', a hammer, some cans of food, a couple of bottles of water, a can opener, some strips of cloth, a large length of rope, a extra shotgun shell, a wicked-looking knife and a first aid kit in addition to everything you had already put on it.

You split the guns, taking back your original pistol as well as claiming the shotgun. As you load it with 4 of the shells you also claim, you watch as Rebecca ejects the clip in the gun you returned to her as well as opening one of the boxes of pistol ammo. Once more, you find yourself staring at her as she first fills the partial, then fills the entire second magazine. Somehow you split the ponchos and claim both the can opener as well as the hammer while your gaze is locked on her. You close your eyes and shake your head, trying to regain control of yourself. When you open them, you find that the gear is already settled.

You've kept the firecrackers, lighter, flashlight, batteries, and pocketknife while also claiming the
rope and the opened box of pistol ammo. Rebecca has claimed the big knife and the little switchblade she had, as well as the space blankets, cloth strips, unopened box of pistol ammo and taking the lantern and the clock.

That done, you plan your departure. Rebecca has suggested using the lodge's PA system to attract the futas to the lodge proper and escape using the cabin exit. You don't have any better ideas, so you go with that.

Next, you fill the two remaining bags with as much food and water that you two can carry comfortably, before leaving your packed bags by the tunnel, keeping only the lantern, the clock and your pistols. Said clock states that the sun has gone down, making leaving to set up the PA suicidal. Guess the only thing left is to head to bed.