I make my decision. I will hunt now and scavenge later.
There's no point in wasting time sifting through broken furniture and torn clothes when my body is already screaming for sustenance. I need to act fast before I become the next shambling corpse on the menu.
I check the room once more for any signs of life. I find nothing. Just bloodstains, overturned furniture, and the lingering scent of decay.
The blood sense ability will come in handy during times like this when I need to hunt. I guess this is why I need to fulfill the tasks. The system knows just what I need.
I move quickly to the next floor. The door creaks as I push it open, and the stench of rot grows thicker.
Of course, there are zombies… More of them.