Decisions

You go down to the bottom floor, ignoring any footsteps you heard along the way. You pull the knife out in pain then bandage it after pouring alcohol on it. You grab another molotov and -- your revolver, you left it up there. The person could have it. You get up from your backpack to go up the stairs and retrieve your revolver. They stand behind you, barrel aimed between your eyes when they shoot. You fall back onto your backpack dropping the molotov cocktail on the final resting site of yours. Your final moments spent in a fiery inferno.