You look up at the garage. Above it is a second story, which is an extension of the house. There are no visible windows.

You move to the corner where the fence meets the garage. Reaching up to the top of the fence, you put one foot on the garage, using it to hold your weight. You carefully pull yourself up, continuing to keep your weight on the garage as you begin to pass over the sharp metal spikes at the top of the fence. As you throw one leg over, a bird appears from out of nowhere and pecks one of your eyes out. "What the fuck?!" you exclaim as you move your hands to hold your missing eye in pain. No longer holding the fence, you lose your balance. You fall backwards and begin somersaulting down a steep slope. You try to slow down, but your descent continually becomes more rapid.

Suddenly, you stop. It is pitch black here, and you can no longer see the moonlight. You try to look in other directions, but it becomes immediately apparent your head isn't moving. As the disorientation from the fall wears off, you realize you have something in your mouth. A sharp pain is coming from the back of your head, and you reach behind you to determine the cause. You feel your head is pressing against something warm and soft, and whatever it is seems to be covered in fabric.

You bring your hand in front of your face, and it touches something. The shock of the sudden drop fades a bit more, replaced by an overwhelming fear as you begin to understand the situation. Severe pain courses through your head and jaw, and you feel the point of a wet branch or log directly in front of you. You follow it with your hand back towards your face, and the next thing you touch is the place where the wood meets your gum line, where it has broken many of your teeth in the process of penetrating your skull. Blood is pumping out of your mouth over the cold skin of your hands.

You struggle to stay conscious, but you can already feel your eyes forcing themselves shut.

You are dead!