You were in a forest; you had an axe, a sack, and a flashlight. Until you saw a base, you peeked in and saw many cultists; some had spears and axes, and they wore deer skull masks that had black antlers in them as you were shot in the arm with a crossbow arrow as you ran off, but that exact crossbow cultist followed you and reached your campfire as it turned night, while the cultist watched from afar as you sharpened your axe. It was quiet, too quiet, as you leaned back while the cultist readied another arrow. To make matters worse, one of the spear cultists came with them. They both stalked you quietly. You have built a small cabin as night fell, and that deer creature was hungry at night, so you stayed in your cabin. To badd for your luck the cultists camp wasn't too far from your cabin around half a mile away full fo crossbowers, morning stars, rusted axesAnd spear cultists were there following the Crossbow cultists' rules and etc. You never thought much of it; you never did. But for now, you'd keep your guard up just to be safe. The stinging pain in your arm faded to a dull ache. You should probably take it out before it gets infected, you thought to yourself. You could hear the screams and chants of the poor people they caught and were sacrificing; too bad for them, but you had to focus on yourself so you didn't end up as a sacrifice.