text: > Look around
  As the road leads into the mountains, the gnarled old pine trees
  get thicker. Here there is a little shelter from the freezing winds. Further travel west is blocked by a pile of fallen rocks.
  
  The three of you have built a small campfire here. Only a few
  embers remain and you've been inching closer against the late winter chill.
  
  A rabbit carcass lies by the fire, stripped of its meat.
  
  Peter is cleaning his fingernails with a pocketknife.
  
  gusto.
  
  your headache subside as the first morsels of food hit your stomach juices.
  
  > examine carcass
  Cooking directly on the fire does not make for even heating. Some bones are charred, while others are still wet and bloody.
  
  > eat the rabbit
  (the hind leg)
  You gnaw at the bone a little more.
  
  > talk to Marie
  "What's up with you, Marie?"
  
  skull.
  
  > talk to Peter
  (To speak aloud the thought that is currently on your mind, you
  can use the abbreviation "T".)
  
  "How are you doing, Peter?"
  
  "It's been rough, Jack. You know all about that. Man, winter was
  hard. I didn't think it got that cold out here. But the cold's better than what's coming - now the corpses are starting to thaw. It's hard not to give up sometimes."
  
  You're thinking, "Seriously? Peter, giving up?"
  
  > talk to Peter
  "You're not seriously thinking about giving up, are you
  Peter?"
  
  "We've got to have faith, Jack. That's about all we've got left.
  But I still believe. There's got to be something better after
  this."
  
  You're thinking, "How can Peter still believe in God? After
  everything that's happened?"
  
  > talk god
  "How can you still believe in God, Peter? After everything that's happened?"
  
  "I have to believe that God still cares, Jack. The corruption of
  this world - that doesn't come from God. That comes from us, from our sins. We've fallen so far. But I believe He will take us back. I believe we'll be in Paradise soon."
  
  You're thinking, "What if the undead life IS the afterlife?"
  
  > talk the afterlife
  "What if this is it? What if the undead life IS the
  afterlife?"
  
  "You know that doesn't make any sense. Stop talking crazy."
  
  You're thinking, "What happens to your soul when your body is
  turned undead?"
  
  > talk soul
  "What happens to your soul when your body is turned undead? Can
  you still go to Heaven?"
  
  "Mmfph!" she mumbles through a mouthful of rabbit.
  
  > talk giving up
  "Seriously, Marie? Peter, giving up?"
  
  "Mmfph!" she mumbles through a mouthful of rabbit.
  
  > talk darn right
  "darn right" was not recognized as something you can talk
  about.
  
  > talk to Peter
  "How are you doing, Peter?"
  
  "It's been rough, Jack. You know all about that. Man, winter was
  hard. It's hard not to give up sometimes."
  
  You're thinking, "Thank God they stop when it freezes. But now
  they're thawing out..."
  
  > talk soul
  "All right then, what happens to your soul when your body is
  turned undead? Can you still go to Heaven?"
  
  "Death is death. This undead thing, that's not you. Your soul is released when you die. It leaves your body. You've seen those things. They can't possibly have a soul."
  
  You're thinking, "But what if they do? How could their souls find release?"
  
  > Release
  (the hind leg)
  Dropped.
  
  > talk the release
  "But what if they do have souls, trapped in their bodies? What if they're just in so much pain that they can't express anything else? How could their souls find release?"
  
  Peter glances at you uneasily. "They don't have souls." He gives a frustrated sigh. "But for the sake of argument, suppose you're right. Destroying the head, that seems to shut them down. Like really dying, for good. Maybe their souls are released then. Would that make you feel any better about it?"
  
  > Talk
  You're at a loss for words.
  
  "You've made your point," Peter says.
  
  You're thinking, "What the hell happened last week? That thing
  came out of nowhere."
  
  > Talk
  "What the hell happened last week? That thing came out of
  nowhere."
  
  "It was half buried underground, Jack. Maybe it got caught in that flash flood in November. You almost stepped on it - I guess that's when it woke up. If I hadn't had my steel-toed boots on, we'd probably both be dead now."
  
  You're thinking, "Thank God they stop when it freezes. But now
  they're thawing out..."
  
  > Talk
  "Thank God they stop when it freezes. But now they're thawing
  out..."
  
  "It's like they're lizards," he says. "You know, some kind of cold-blooded creature. When the weather freezes, they freeze too. And when it's cold, they're slow. But they still move. It only takes a little bit of a warm-up to get them going again."
  
  > Talk
  You can't think of anything to talk about right now.
  
  "Whoo-hah! That was one tasty bunny," Marie bellows, wiping her
  face with the back of her hand. She burps loudly and leans back with a sleepy, satisfied expression.
  
  You're thinking, "Jim saved me. I didn't deserve that."
  
  > Talk
  "He saved me. I didn't deserve that."
  
  Peter replies, "You would have done the same thing, Jack. You're not--"
  
  What sounds at first like a chuckle from Marie turns into a gag,
  and then a muffled scream. Bony hands wrap around her head and squeeze her throat as she's dragged away by shadowy figures. Unearthly whoops and grunts suggest there's at least four of them. Peter stands and draws a pistol, shooting first into the shadows, and then as teeth flash and blood flows, at Marie's head. You're on your feet too, and more shadows are approaching...