Slip out the window and double back

Your Status: Unknown (Possibly Infected)

Your Equipment: Button-down shirt, Jeans

Your Inventory: Pistol (6/13), Sheath Knife

You silently sheathe your knife, then slip back onto the bed, carefully unlatching the window, before waiting for a gust of wind or flash of lightning to make your move.

A moment later, another gust of wind howls by, punctuated by a brilliant, electric-blue, flash of lightning. You take advantage of it to cover the sound of you opening the window. Cold rain immediately rips through the opening, soaking you to the bone, but you ignore it, scrambling out the window feet-first. Your bare toes slide down the rain-slicked metal of the trailer, before finding the bumper. You brace for a moment, then drop to the rough asphalt again.

Turning, you raise your pistol again, and start towards the door. Adrenalin and endorphins course through you, heightening your senses. Time seems to slow infinitesimally, and you notice every little thing; the freezing asphalt beneath your feet, individual grains of it sticking to your wet soles, each and every cold drop of rain, the way your soaked shirt clings to you, and rubs against your pebble-hard nipples.

You hear the door slam into the side of the trailer, wrenched open by the howling wind, and you step around the corner, catching what looks like the tail of a white lab coat as it enters the door. You can see the trailer rocking as something or someone moves through it, obviously searching for you.

You can either go in and ambush it, or wait outside for it to exit. One thing is for certain: you can't abandon the supplies you left inside.