The Big 'un!

You battle-cry your way to the nearest wall, at tremendous speed you whack your head against it as hard as you could possibly accomplish...

...All goes black.


Several hours later, as the sun is preparing to lower behind the horizon, you feel the chill of the wind as it plays upon your cheeks, the calming rustle of the trees keeps your senses alert. You hear the sudden clicking of something as you feel the emanating heat of metal against your forehead.

You look up to see on big, fat hand, holding a metal object, with the barrel against your forehead.


'You failed to deliver the package.'

You tremble with fear.


'I...I....'