Walk on by
From Create Your Own Story
You are pelted by more and more acorns, as well as some sticks and branches. You cover your head and break into a run through the downpour of projectiles. Soon you are out of reach of the annoying creatures.
The sun is now just past its zenith and everywhere, a dusty heat rises from the baked earth. You begin to think about where you will stay for the night. But then you see the path runs into a small village, set into a hill.
Smoke rises from the stacks. The houses are well-set, with stone at their bases and thatched roofs of grasses and thick leaves. There is, unusually, more than just the one street running through the centre of town. But it is as though this place, once rich, has had its heart scooped away. Litter surrounds the buildings, and on the edge of the village are rows and rows of empty, abandoned buildings.
You continue your slow trudge along the path.
Do you:
