The Cabin

You decide to use your brain and go look for firewood. You start to search off into the forest, shaking like a leaf. The sky is growing darker by the second, so you settle into a brisk walk. You start to grow nervous, and the shadows being cast by the leaves are making it worst. Your pace picks up faster and faster until you’re basically sprinting like a madman, panicked out of your mind. You stumble into a clearing with a small, conveniently placed hut. It seems to have a fire going on the inside, because smoke is billowing gently out of the chimney. You are cautious, but your survival instincts are making it hard to think. You: