That's, uh

that's way more tempting than it should be, what the fuck.

How unfriendly does this dog look, on a scale from one to horrible murderous centipede creature?

It seems pretty mellow as centipede monsters go; at least, it is neither leaping for his throat nor running away from being looked at. But it is still watching him.

...maybe it’s a friendly doggipede.

He intentionally avoids looking it in the eye, and holds out his hand.

It freezes when he puts his hand out. Doesn't seem entirely sure what to make of it at first, but then approaches, sinuously navigating around the rubble.

He stays still, averting his eyes and keeping his hand out. Worst that happens is he takes a while to regrow it, he guesses.

Sniff sniff sniff hand! Sniff sniff sniff pants! Sniff sniff sniff blood! Rear up lean sniff sniff sniff mostly healed hole in chest!

Time to stay very, very still.

It drops its — front half — back on the ground and starts unconcernedly investigating the rubble.

...well, okay, then.

He looks around to see if he can find a sharp bit of metal or something in the rubble that's suitable for use as a weapon. You never know when you're going to need to stab something.

There is a lot of drywall and carpet and concrete and I-beams and metallic whatnot around. Most of it is not usefully long or too large to qualify as a two-handed weapon. He could try to free the length of electrical conduit over there, or investigate a broken LairStruct™ robot module, or climb up on some rubble and get a wider view…

Let's investigate the broken robot. Why not. That stuff sure felt pointy enough when it was dragging through his body cavity–okay let's not think about that too hard we're trying to survive here.

Sticking out halfway up a pile of used-to-be-walls-and-floor is, yes, a beam with attached robotics much like the one he de-impaled himself from. It has got lots of motors and gears and linkages and broken frame bits. Maybe he could free this slightly bent shaft with attached gears and use it as a mildly pointy club? If he can figure out how to disassemble or pry apart the casing with no tools?

Maybe if he didn't feel like he was about to actually pass out.

If he climbs up on some rubble can he see any food? Or anything that might lead to food?

In the distance there are less wrecked rooms in enough variety that it is plausible there could be a cafeteria or vending machine or something.

There are still various examples of plant or animal matter, some of which seems to be neither mobile nor wrecked by fire and explosion, around.

Next pile over there's some eye-catching red. Is that a fire extinguisher or something?

He's pretty starved, but he's pretty sure he's not starved enough yet to eat random dead mutant things raw off the floor.

He'll head for the rooms, but he'll check...whatever the red thing is, first. Fire extinguisher would be better than nothing as a heavy, swingable object.

On his way down the immediate pile something green and spiky lashes out and grabs his ankle.

Stomping instinct – activated!

His foot meets only rubble. The green thing was hiding in a more sideways direction under a different piece of rubble.

It pulls itself out from cover by way of yanking on his ankle, and reaches out to entangle more of his leg. It seems to be -- a very animate rosebush.

He really can’t tell whether the universe is being nice to him or mean to Jonathan.

He stumbles when it grabs at him, and tries to yank his leg free from its grasp, doing his best to ignore the thorns scraping at their skin.

Moving his leg just pulls it along and it's climbing up — or rather wrapping up more of — his leg and reaching for the rest of him. Thornily.

His eyes dart around, looking for anything he could use to de-bush himself without too much personal bodily harm. As fun as this would be, he's already dizzy with hunger and he doesn't actually know what happens if he passes out from repeated regenerations.

He could maybe try using a chunk of ex-flooring and to squash the main body of the bush —

Turns out the nearest thing is now dog. The black centipedal canine apparently decided it likes him or at least is interested in an alliance, as it has snuck up and is now attempting to rip and chew apart the rose stems, heedless of the thorns.

–wait no time to get excited yet.

He tries to grab for a chunk of concrete to knock onto the plant while it's engaged with the dog.

Chunks of concrete can be found, but at this point the plant is less a separate target and more a cat's-cradle around the dog's front four legs and his leg. Is he going to keep his balance from all the tugging and also fish around on the floor?