I finally had some decent gear, fought off a few zombies and proptly broke my leg. I was determined that this time, I would not be starting over. I crawled all the way across Cherno to get to the hospital to get some morphine. Miraculously I was not shot. Instantly refreshed with my morphine high, stood up.. it seems one infected resident at the hospital was more than happy to see me. This crazy, glitchy zombie that would not die started beating me senseless. I started running but it was too late, I was bleeding, I reached a safe hiding spot, bandaged my wounds and discovered I couldn't see anything. I was sitting in a shed with 2000 blood left, just outside one of the worst cities I've ever visited. I sent out a call to Joe Shaw, one of Dr. Wastelands trusted medics. Joe and Paladin 1128 wasted no time rescuing me from hours of blind wandering or another trip to the shore with only my trusty flashlight and bandage. Thank you Joe Shaw and Paladin 1128 for your help.. you guys are great.