First tasks would be liberating the pharmacy, I'd give the pharmacists a choice-join a team, clear off after opening the CD cabinets.
Obviously a lot of looting, I'd strip them not just of opioids, stimulants, GABAergics, anticonvulsants of various kinds, etc., but I'd strip them bare to the bones, everything, even things I didn't or could not use myself, would become very valuable in the years to come, to trade for other resources.
And I myelf would have a lot to offer as a companion. If taking things from a perspective of something like the fallout game series character-building stat system, I'd say my core stats would be physical strength-on the lighter, functional end of the scale, I'd not be the big hulking mutant monster with shit for brains but capable of grabbing a bull ox by the arms and legs and ripping it in half down the middle with my bare hands, definitely not.
Very, very high perception. Almost ghoul-esque perception, a light sleeper and likely to awake if something squirrely and sly is going down close by and be capable of reacting fast, I've got near supernatural levels of perception if I were to be a fallout type character in creation, its of natural origin of course, being because I have in effect, bugger all by way of sensory filtering, , everything comes in and I have to sort it on the fly, being autistic.
Endurance, I'd say low thanks to medical issues, Got glass through my patellar tendon as a little kid, fell on a big spike of it, that went straight through and into my knee joint. And as I was recovering after surgery, I got jumped by 20+ pikey shitbags, my knee and plenty other places stamped on, kicked in etc., and that has left me with a bad knee, plus some nerve damage fter a second surgery aimed at removing some bone fragments from the joint that were gouging and spiking their way around my joint and tendon. And trochanteric bursitis, both sides. Hurts like hell, and I'd need access to pain meds especially for pre and post-medicating when planning for the shit to start hitting someone else's fan, or after the fact when, and lets face it, it is a must in such a post-apocalyptic clusterfuck of a mad-max type of society, when one has been raiding and killing either defensively, to prevent others taking what is mine, or to take what belongs to me but currently resides in the temporary custody of somebody having delusions of ownership and who is disinclined to part with the property they are about to find out is mine.
More of a sprinter when it comes to speed than a marathon runner. More inclined to choosing my inventory wisely, rather than serving as the pack-horse brute for a squad. Might not be able to dual-wield a pair of .50 cal browning heavy autocannon loaded with depleted uranium ammunition with a flamethrower and rocket launcher strapped over my back and big barbarian battle-axe, whilst loaded up with 300 pounds of equipment, ammunition, medical supplies and poisons.
Intelligence-excellent, I am autistic, go figure. Same as with perception, its right up there as one of my prime core stat focuses,
Agility-naturally it'd be lowered from average but this debuff is offset by my having some martial arts training, took several gradings in the shukokai style of karate, and that has helped me improve my agility, in sparring, and in learning the stances and fluidly changing from one to another.
Luck-average. good considering I got to be born a spazz of course.
Particular skills I've honed are ones that definitely would be of use as either a party leader or member:
I am of a highly logical character, not given to being emotionally ruled and jerked along like the psychological puppet of wild emotion. And with what is naturally a lessened ability to read neurotypical 'between the lines' type 'communication' style, I've been forced to learn to analyze such communication methods as are non-native languages, in order to be capable of interacting with those not of my own kind (although I have always preferred the company of other auties, and of aspies, and always will, to that of NTs, I just get on better with fellow auties, and with aspies....and of course, that being the case, I have rather a particular 'type' when it comes to the ladies. I am only attracted to spesh girls, the more intelligent the better, although I have had partners in the past before who were of either average intellect, or who had some form of mental retardation.)
And that makes me not a bad mediator between other parties, capable of dispassionately disassembling people's viewpoints once they state same, and presenting the components of people's arguments (emotionally driven ones all too often) on a logical basis, founded on their psychology, to try and show the other parties what each other is thinking, AND as well, HOW they are thinking it, and WHY. What makes people tick)
I'd very likely, if there was no better skilled squad member available at least, in which case I would logically be better functional as a backup, to be a squad medic. I've studied how people work for most of my life. And how things can go wrong, Meaning both studying how to right such wrongs, and where desirable, to make somebody or a group of somebodies stop working.
(I.e healing fellow squad members, or poisoning people who need to be poisoned.)
I've a good understanding of chemistry, both synthetic organic and inorganic chemistry, biochemistry, and molecular biology. The sort of skills that would come in handy for any forming squad, when all the medicines have been used, all the recreationals gone, bar those which must be grown and harvested, the team are going to need someone who can both put things together (and of course, take them apart, for mining and such, mining in both senses, even, the mineral-harvesting variety, and the creation of nefarious contraptions intended at blowing the arms and legs off unwanted interlopers, zombified or otherwise) to MAKE more medicine, or culture antibiotic-forming microorganisms, someone who wouldn't have to learn from scratch how to handle potentially poisonous reagents, how to MAKE the reagents needed to make medicines and recreationals, and having quite a bit of experience with explosive devices, the making and use thereof (you could say, that in my childhood DIY-uni days as both student and teacher at once, I majored in chemistry, and minored, with distinction, in explosive devices and incendiaries.)
Be it healing substances, recreational drugs and extracting nonsynthetic organism derived actives from plant sources, how to prepare solvents and recycle reagent byproducts, recycle solvents, already got the glassware and other assorted lab equipment and supplies, and a good set too., or manufacturing of explosives, chemical warfare agents, traditional and more on the fly and inventive, Why waste ammunition on shooting individual zombies when you can rig up a dispersal explosive charge, to launch nerve agents, or slather them in white phosphorus dissolved in a flammable solvent mixture and light those brain-sucking babyfuckers up like a cheap christmas tree covered in flaming white phosphorus dissolved in petrol and carbon disulfide (CS2 is an excellent solvent for white phosphorus and it ignites with great ease). Serves....well how large a crowd of zombies are there to burn alive? (or un-dead depending on what stripe of zombie you have on your hands trying to rip your head off and suck out the chewy bits with a straw). Screw how many its to serve, and focus on how to do the serving. Namely extra-crispy. Roasted, toasted and ghosted
I'd taper off my pain meds to a point where I was able to not use them without withdrawing physically as a matter of top priority, using ultra-low-dose naltrexone combined with high dose memantine to enhance the rapidity at which I could achieve success. That way I wouldn't face such a problem, which could of course easily be fatal, or worse than fatal, and use them only when necessary. Using alternate pain meds to opioids for daily use, but opioids of course where needed, such as during a mission (obviously not at nodding doses), or after something went south, quickly and after taking a pounding.
Improvization of firearms, such as using water as a propellant, by adding a pair of wires to cartridges filled with water plus a little of a salt to serve as an electrolyte, and blasting an electrical charge from a capacitor array configured as a marx generator to suddenly flash-vaporize the water and produce a plasma, for example, using the plasma pressure to drive a projectile out of a barrel. And of course, well, explosives are a house speciality, or at least they were when I was a kid, back then I used to love blowing shit up, and whilst I don't go haring off anywhere leaving a trail of smoking craters, bombed-out 'scenery' (think anything particularly amusing to blow to hades to a wee preteen kid who's just discovered the virtues of mixed concentrated HNO3/H2SO4 when applied to already partially nitrated toluene, for example, when combined with a primary HE and blasting cap), and the virtues of a huge smoking crater where something like a derelict long abandoned car used to be, leading to a naughy autie preteen cackling with laughter.
And while I am not amoral as such, my morals are my own, that is to say I live by something, but I alone decide what that is to be. And I am perfectly capable of being both the kindest, most compassionate (and if appropriate, loving) guy someone could meet, I'm just as capable of being a total bastard, or at least, acting as what whioever on the receiving end would consider most certainly to be a bastardly manner, and not having any problems with it, before, during or after. Which people get, is determined generally, in the absence of a zombie apocalypse, by how people would treat me, post-apocalypticness taken into account, I'd have as little issue killing a family with children because they were unaligned with my team, because they had food and would not part with it. And for that matter, eating the children first because they would be quickest to cook, and probably more tender when served lightly braised, perhaps in my fly agaric and peppery boletus gravy.
Other skills, would be excellent knowledge of botany and also what mushrooms one can, and cannot eat (or at least, those one only gets to consume the once), and the more...magical kinds of mushroom. The mushrooms that make good eating, thats a food source out there that takes expert specialist knowledge, gained over the course of a lifetime, ideally, to exploit to the maximum, and to do so safely. And better still, how to apply that knowledge, to turn them to their tastiest meal prospects.
I know what plants one can safely eat and what can't, As well as what plants can be used for medicine and how, as well as what and how can be used to extirpate pests. Zombified pests, un-zombified humans who make themselves...well...pestilential. Or poison fish in a way that makes them easily harvested and without poisoning the consumer.
Have lab, don't really have a moral compass that is aligned with the general status quo of moral compasses, can make things go boom, will travel. (preferably with at least one smoking hot classically autistic girl who has a thing for doing raunchy stuff with edible spreads.......(hehe, I'm thinking of a porn video there actually, but it boiled down to a hot autistic young teen stimming by doing hot stuff with peanut butter, all over her body.). Afterall, got to help repopulate the autistic community for the good of the human species