Run away in fear
From Create Your Own Story
You run for it. You run and run until you're ready to collapse. You don't know where you're going, you just know that it's away from that wretched-looking island.
You collapse in exhaustion against a tree. You're lying there, panting for breath, when an enormous, hairy man on a motorcycle pulls to a stop in front of you.
"Oi, 'arry!" the hairy man says. "Whatcha doing down there? You look like you've been runnin' from you-know-who. Gerrup from there an' get on wi' me."
You don't know this hairy person and he looks frightening.
Do you:
