Well that scarecrow isn't gona be friendly so....
I'll keep sneaking around and get to the back of the house.
Navigating between the greenhouse and the vegetable-patch you round another corner of the house. A long lawn trails down the hill, with a few trees. It's been a while since it's been mowed. A small, brick shed with a door and a window stands to the side of the lawn. At the house, there is a terrace of grey flagstones, with lawn-chairs that look really inviting and comfortable, and a garden-table with a vase on it. A door leads into the house, and next to it is a large window looking out over the lawn.
I walk carefully to the house, observing all of my surroundings, and if finding no imminent threats, move on to walk around the left of the house. If I should see glass doors that have shattered (as I should), I enter through those doors, making sure to not touch anything but the ground while doing so.
Carefully moving towards the house, you take a left turn and hear a scream and stones breaking somewhere close. Around the corner you indeed find a broken glass door. Carefully you enter the room beyond. It's a dining room. A large oval dining table stands in the center, with 8 chairs around it. It's all set to have dinner, except for the lawn-chair that really messed up the porcelain and the rotten and decayed food that was on it... The diners don't seem to mind, they appear to be long dead, their leathery skin hangs from their bones, while they sag into their chairs, empty eyesockets staring at the intruder.
Um...hm...okay. Let's see what we can do here. Go back to that particularly nice sized rock, find ANOTHER rock, and smash that one into more manageable pieces. Then, one of the sharper fragments to start sharpening a few of the rock pieces. Once I have a handful of smaller, smooth stones (Probably half the size of my fist) stuff them in my pockets, but have one or two ready to throw.
You manage to find the rock again, and notice that as you pick it up, the cuts in your hand open again. The rock soaks up your blood and grows larger. With a scream, you try to drop it, but it has already grown around your fingers. You try to get it off using your right hand, but find that your broken arm is still useless. You smash your hand with the rock against the ground, trying to break it.
You succeeded! In breaking your hand. The rock has actually grown into the cuts now and is growing into your veins, absorbing your blood. You ingeniously think about gnawing off your hand, but the speed in which it grows is faster and faster and it doesn't take long for you to pass out from the pain. You die.
(there's no such thing as a second warning (and even firsts are rare), re-read where you first dropped the rock)
I back away from the scarecrow while keeping an eye on it and the path to the door of the greenhouse. I look for a stick that doesn't have thorns and prod the door light enough to check if there is anything special about it. I also want to sharpen the stick if nothing happens to it after pocking the door with it for use as a weapon.
You manage to find a small length (0.5m) of bamboo, used to hold up plants. It's flimsy and unusuable as a weapon, but on the bright side, it doesn't look like it wants to kill you. You prod the door to the greenhouse. It remains closed and inanimate as you need to turn the door handle to open it (assuming it's unlocked). You try to turn it using the stick, but it's just too flimsy.
Looking back you notice the scarecrow is still turned in your direction... As it has always been.
I begin sprinting towards the house. As I run, I wrap my jacket around my hand, but keep my T-shirt on.
Having learned nothing about running on a dark hill you immediately trip and land in a thornbush. Your right hand is unscathed thanks to your jacket, but your face, ears, and arms are covered in tiny cuts from the thorns. You feel small trails of drops of blood all over your arms and head. Your T-shirt is shredded and your chest and abdomen are scratched by the thorns. It burns like hell and you sincerely hope that there wasn't any poison in there... Your left foot is stuck in a rabbits hole that you did not see in the dark, and your ankle is sprained. You hope it's not broken.
Fuck. Something just nibbled on your toe.
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