Run away in fear
From Thread 1
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:
