toughluck//forsaken

There was a round against the killers. The Guest and the other survivors (not all) headed to the base, dragging the corpses of those less fortunate.
The Guest had a severe wound in his abdomen (near his liver) that was bleeding. It wasn't fatal, but it was very painful.
There were almost no medicines, as well as other medications.
The guest bandaged himself up with the remaining bandage. He put on new clothes and decided to go for a walk (not the best idea with such a wound). He walked through the dark streets.
It was 11:13 PM, dark. Quite chilly. Only the occasional dim streetlight lit up the air.
A car stopped next to Guest. A black, tinted, brand-new BMW. The door opened and Chance stepped out. He looked at Guest. Guest looked back. The boys were silent. Then one of them broke the silence:

Guest 1337 is a young man, 25 years old, 172 cm tall. He has pale blue, slightly tousled hair, gray eyes, and a toned build. He is a serious, cool-headed soldier. He comes from a less-than-favorable family and background.
Chance is a guy, also 25 years old. He's 175 cm tall, with light gray, tousled hair and sunglasses. He wears a business suit and owns his own casino. He rarely takes situations seriously. He's frivolous and impulsive, and comes from a wealthy family.