You take one last look at the man, whose brown eyes have deepened through agony, spin yourself around and sprint into the safety of the woods. You believe that no one will be able to track you down from here, and you'll be able to figure something out in the meantime.

	"Why did I have to turn on the radio...?!" You mutter to yourself as you step over broken twigs and the last remnants of the nighttime crickets. The dew clings to yourself as the vivid image of the family twists and turns in your mind. You shudder at the thoughts.

	After travelling for a good five minutes, you look around yourself. The trees seem to be more vibrant than normally, the foliage more bright and colourful. A soothing feelings permeates the air, fighting for dominance against your fresh thoughts of the carnage you left behind. This feeling is a bit unsettling to you, and you ponder whether or not you should turn around and find another way to go.



	*continue into the forest

	*turn around and go back the way you came