More than you probably should have

When you finally admit defeat you'd collected a number of unbroken vials, a few syringes, some slightly damaged electronics, and a new bag to fit them all in. You're not quite sure why you were taking all this stuff, it wasn't like you understood it, but it had to have some value and you were NOT going to pass up another opportunity. As you stepped out of the building, gripping a red-tinged syringe as a weapon, you reflect on your behavior. You didn't ... Feel any different. Your finger still twinged from the accidental injection but otherwise ... you felt great! It was like everything that had been holding you back just wasn't there anymore. Who cares if this was somebodies stuff? They left it smashed and broken out here! They obviously didn't want it that badly. You wanted it. You needed it. As much as you could carry ... their loss, your gain.

Which strikes you as odd, especially when you have to fight down the urge to go find a shopping cart and return for more. About ten minutes ago you'd been the scared little girl you'd always been, doing what you were told, not doing anything that might compromise your morals. Now you felt like you could take on the world! "So long as its back is turned and I have a knife." You giggle at the joke before frowning. That didn't sound like you at all. You might not be able to feel it but you're almost certain something's not quite right."Priorities Lara, get to the hospital first, then figure out what all this is..." But the hospital wouldn't help. They'd take your money and your belongings and they'd leave you worse off than before! You refused to be a victim. "...Priority #1: Me. Get someplace safe and count up the spoils ... It couldn't be that bad. I'm still walking after-"

You catch a flicker of movement behind you.