You begin your trek north. It's pleasant at first, especially after the horrors you experienced in the crash. As the birds chirp softly, small animals rustle the grass around you. As you walk, checking your compass on occasion to make sure you are still northbound, you gather your thoughts.
It was by pure luck that you survived the crash. You were in the bathroom when it happened. The pilot had seemingly lost control, the plane sped towards the ground. It broke apart in mid-air, and pieces of both the plane and its passengers were thrown to the wind. You where tossed from the plane as it opened up behind you, and you lost consciousness. When you awoke, you found yourself in soft mud near a little lake. You were dazed, but mostly unhurt. From there, you found pieces of the plane and scavenged what you could.
The day draws on.
As you walk, you don't realize that the birds have stopped chirping, and no animals are heard. It's suddenly very eerie, and you hear a howl in the near distance.
What should you do?
By ToastedGhosts
Dendrite