text: You look around for something to help you out of this predicament, and you find a small bottle of a blue liquid. 
  > You don't drink it
  You decide not to drink it. You know that you need to get moving soon, to escape before nightfall, but hold on to the fact their still might be something useful nearby.
  > You drag yourself outside
  You drag yourself outside. The village is packed with dead Orcs, Men and War Dogs, interspersed with the golden armored Elves who your allies managed to strike down. You continue dragging yourself forward, passing the dead. Vultures land around you and begin pecking at the corpses. One lands in front of you and pecking at your face.
  > You grab the Vulture
  You grab the Vulture, tearing the vulture's head off its neck and tossing it aside. You begin dragging yourself forward once more.
  > Four Hours Later...
  You move your hands forward and find something to drag yourself another few inches forward. Thankfully, the leaves grant you some shade from the hot sun, but the pain's beginning to become unbearable. Then, as if the Gods have all agreed to fuck up your life, you hear wolves. 
  
  
  "Fuck you!" You scream, as three wolves begin prowling towards you.
  > You fling your knife at one
  You throw your knife, impaling one of the wolves' in the head, killing it instantly. It falls backwards, and you feel pride briefly, before another one of the wolves leaps at you, landing on your chest. It bites down on your chest, tearing through flesh at you let out a scream.