You awaken upon a crimson blanket lightly dusted with snow, a sense of disorientation engulfing you. The surroundings are a dense expanse of trees, their stoic forms creating an encompassing atmosphere. Adjacent to you stands a weathered water tower, its presence commanding attention. Not far off, an abandoned cabin emerges, its history echoing through its worn walls, accompanied by a wooden block for splitting firewood, you also have a backpack. What do you do?