Desperate Derelicts of Despair: Part 2, Subpage 13

Subpage 13: "I've Run Out of Cigarettes"

You've been stuck on these streets for days, weeks, months... who knows? Time loses all meaning when you're a desperate derelict. You've got a pack of 2 cigarettes left, and they're not even the good ones. You're down to the ones your friend "Bob" gave you when you were "between places" in 2017.

You've got a few options: