You calm yourself down and wander off, hoping you'll come across help. But help doesn't come...only trouble. You run into a pack of wolves, which are hunting. "Look at that pup!" A member barks. Their leader snarls. "We hate trespassers...I'll kill her myself." With that, the leader leaps at you, digging in her sharp fangs into your back leg. You hear your bone crunch and let out a cry. The pack laughs and watches in delight as the leader rips open your throat before crushing your forhead. You feel endless and killing pain, and cry out over and over. At some point you see your parents run into the scene frantically, but too late. The leader broke your jaw and then ripped your back open. You let out one last cry before you black out in a deep pool of your blood.

GAME OVER