The Cabin

You break a branch off of a tree, and use your knife to sharpen it into a nice spear. You stand a few feet in the river and stab your spear randomly into the water. You get bored quickly, and wish you took spear-fishing class instead of shell-jewelry making class when you were younger. As you contemplate your life choices, you hear footsteps in the forest behind you, growing louder, fast. Without thinking you: