Leave the bed where it is...

From Thread 1

You leave the bed where it is, and that's when something miraculous happens. The bed's weight on the part of the floor that isn't cracked causes the cracked portion to crumble completely. The room plummets for a single heart-stopping moment, a thick pillar breaking through the remains of the floor. The fall lasts until the ceiling collides with the sharp tip of the pillar. The room hangs on the pillar, wobbling slightly. You breathe. The pillar finally manages to pierce the ceiling completely after a few seconds of wobbling, and the room is entirely impaled on the pillar. The bed flies out the open door as the cell drops downward along the pillar like an elevator from hell, the strong material of the room demolishing every piece of broken architecture that blocks the way down along the pillar. It's all over as suddenly as it started; you rise from the floor of the cell a little shaken, but otherwise no worse for the wear. Best of all you're on the ground, the fallen cell now surrounded by glorious rubble! Now you can really get out there an explore! You walk out of the cell with a smile of satisfaction on your face only to double over in pain a few steps out, hacking up blood and phlegm. You simply can't stop, and before long you've torn your throat up from all the hacking. You collapse on the rubble, destined to die just after experiencing a taste of victory. It was the sickness that got you, born from too much exposure to the radiation in the air.

The wasteland has conquered you! Better luck next time.