It does not work out well for you. As you make an escape, all of the hawks dart for you at the same time. Rob (the squirrel) jumps off of you, saving himself. The birds are more focused on you now. They begin to peck at you. The beaks keep slashing and tearing at you as bits of fur and skin get tossed about as though they were as thin as a leaves. The hawks are relentless.

Rob (the squirrel) makes a light cackling sound as he hides from the action inside a nearby bush. It is the last sound you hear as the hawks begin to aim for your eyes.

You choose to…

• …die.