escape from death

You look up to see what seems like a forest, with a brick path. You surrounded by a thick brush of trees, with their roots winding across the forest floor, harshly contrasting with the gentle flowers strewn across the fluffy grass. A chill goes down your spine as you feel like you are being watched, probably by the dozens of tiny critters who call this place their home. You look to realize that you have only one way, which is to continue forward through the brick path through the forest.