With all else lost, you consign yourself to the same fate as all those you had hoped to help. You can't go on now; you can't report back this level of failure and you have nowhere else to go; you know you'll have the plague in under a fortnite of sleeping with the rats. With a final bit of determination, you quaff one of the mysterious potions. It tastes like bugglegum and brings and intense shot of euphoria before your swift death.