You're tired of the cold -- it's time to head south. You walk to the southbound side of the highway and begin flagging down cars. Almost immediately an armored car stops. You eye it dubiously, unsure of what to do. The driver steps out of the car and into view. He is holding a submachine gun in his hand. He fills you full of bullets. Your mother always told you that you should never head south. Maybe she was right.
*** You Have Died ***