You get indignant, and demand to know the identity of the man with the scratchy voice.
He is worked into a real frenzy now, banging his hands against the grate and panting. "GET DOWN HERE, THEY'RE---" but before he can finish, you are grabbed from both sides by two previously unseen men--are they men?--entities. A burlap sack is pulled over your head, and you briefly flash back to the third grade, when you came in second place in the potato sack race, losing to a wiry blonde boy named "Chad." His fingers were always stained orange, probably from Doritos, but he really wasn't the type of kid you would expect that from.
A hard object strikes the back of your head, and you see a flash of white light. It's pretty.
A hard object strikes the back of your head, and you see stars. They're pretty.
A hard object strikes the back of your head, and you see Eliza. She's pretty, but not in a way that would ever win a beauty contest.
You fall to the ground.
what do you do?
1. die