You clear your eyes, but it doesn't seem to help much. Your vision seems to be gradually improving on its own, however.
You look at yourself, aided by a reflective piece of shrapnel. You are a woman with light, freckled skin, long strawberry blonde hair, and dull green eyes. Your build is average, neither slim nor muscular. You are currently without clothing. If you close your eyes and try to remember, you can almost hear a voice calling a name, but nothing more. At the very least, you seem to know the basics - how to walk, speak, read (not like you'll be doing much reading with the state of your vision), etc.
The fluid is most definitely
not edible, at least when out of the pod - it tastes bitter and makes you nauseous.
Crawling to the locker - right now you seem to be unable to stand - you find the door open as if jarred by some great impact. Inside there is a simple ceramic knife in a sheath; a watch of some kind, with a blank screen; a simple t-shirt, shorts, and pair of undergarments, made out of some kind of synthetic fabric that feels silky to the touch; three cylindrical objects which you believe to be batteries of some description; two large brown objects, about the same size and shape as a brick, individually vacuum-packed and with a label you cannot currently read; a simple plastic canteen; and finally a long, dark green object you struggle to identify before you remember its name: a rifle.
You have total amnesia.
You feel sick and weak.
Your vision is blurred, making it hard to focus on objects.
You are cold and wet.
You are hungry.
You have nothing on your person.