escape from death

You peer out and take in your surroundings. You are in a peaceful field. Tall, untouched grass grows all around you, with daisies and dandelions sprinkled across. Directly in front of you, a wooden, weathered sign with three arrows directs you towards three dirt paths. Painted on the arrows in messy, capital letters, are the words: Cab, Bus, and Train. You are at a crossroads, and you have no idea which way is the right way to go. You know by now that there’s no going back, so you wait for a minute and try to decide.