You were exploring a run-down, dilapidated building in the desolate wasteland. Completely oblivious to the dangers, you personally found a solace and comfort in traversing the ruins, away from any form of civilisation. However, this soon proved to be a treacherous endeavour as you soon found yourself in an unstable part of the structure that you were in that looked tremulous, as if one wrong move could render you as a crushed, lifeless corpse.

Your adrenaline skyrockets as something happens. Without warning, parts of the ceiling begin to cave and collapse in on you. A shower of debris, plaster, and dust rains down around you as you run. As your adrenaline drives you forward in a desperate feat for survival, your lungs ache in your chest as you struggle to draw in complete breaths, your knees feeling just as tremulous as the now cascading structure. Your breath catches in your throat as you continue to sprint, your heart seeming as if it could burst at the seams as it pounds in your ears.

Unable to run for any longer, you collapse to the ground, your eyes widened in sheer terror as a part of the ceiling comes down overhead. Instinctively, you cover your head and clench your eyes shut, tears breaking from your eyelids as all you can think about is whether you are going to die or not. Now all you can do is await for your untimely demise. But it never came.

After a few moments of confirming you're not dead and in fact, still alive, your eyes open. They immediately widen as you see someone standing over you. He stands there silently looking down at you, his immense, mammoth frame radiating an imposing and unparalleled level of authority whilst also dwarfing your frame entirely. In a muscular, large hand, he holds the large piece of rubble that was just about to put your life at its end.

What do you do?