text: You're barely surviving on the few provisions you have, and that doesn't even include food. You can't afford to pass up this opportunity, even if it is a little reckless. Parking your cart in the woods near the house, you cautiously approach and make your way silently onto the porch. Peeking through the windows, you don't see any signs of movement, so you slowly open the creaky front door and step inside. The interior smells like rotten eggs, and there's an ungodly stench coming from the hallway to your right. You can see a kitchen on the other side of the living room, and there are also stairs leading up onto the second floor of the house. Where do you search first?
  > You check upstairs.
  As quietly as possible, you creep up the stairs and begin to look around. There are several rooms that have been raided and destroyed, but one in the far corner remains intact. You step inside and immediately freeze. There's something on the bed in front of you, a lump of flesh that looks neither alive nor dead. Your heart starts to race, and you're filled with terror as the lump rises and falls with the man's breathing. You start to turn around...
  > Next.
  You don't even see your attacker. All you feel is the blunt edge of the knife being jammed into the back of your skull, and the world goes black. Oh, what a grave mistake you've made. Maybe your killer will dispose of you into the woods. Maybe they're decide to consume what little meat is left on your scrawny bones. But what does it matter? You're dead now, and you won't suffer any longer.