You fight back

Driven by a hunch you jump up from the cover of the car, and you open fire. The man tries to shoot you. But he misses. You are about to exchange fire again. But then he looks down, and both of you can see the dart in the middle of his chest.

He pulls it out "Fuck!", then he collapses on the ground like a log.

You step close to him, and you search the body. You are able to get an additional week's worth of food and a bunch of darts. That's good. In addition you find a bottle of whiskey. You are certainly in the mood of drinking it. But this time you put it in your backpack as drinking it now would be the equivalent of voluntary slavery.

You decide to put some distance between the two of you. In case there are others. As you go onward on the streets, you notice that your face is engulfed in a smile.

Perhaps I'm going to win this thing after all! you think to yourself. Only for another catastrophe to unfold.