Yes.

You'll give the trashed contents of the tent a quick once over ... maybe someone left a $20 or two lying around...

Stepping gingerly through the debris, you start sifting through the scattered materials. Most of this stuff was beyond salvation but you snag a pen or an unused notebook here and there, useful school supplies mostly, stuffing them into your little purse. "Ouch!" You pull your hand back, a tiny well of blood pooling on the tip of your finger. A syringe holding a clear liquid gleams malevolently out of the refuse. Your heart kicks into overdrive as you contemplate what you could have just been exposed to. Hands shaking, you pull the syringe out of its pile. A smudged label identifies it as P-32. Useless.

"Ok. Ok Lara, time to wrap this up and get yourself to the hospital..." You rise and make your way to the exit but in your shock you trip over an overturned desk, knocking loose the remaining drawers. It's hard to see in the dim light but you think you can make out the telltale tinge of green from one of the loose drawers.