You are greeted by a wasteland inhabited by the mutated remains of humanity, writhing in a macabre dance. The land stretches on for miles and miles—every now and then, one of the monstrosities rears its head and makes a guttural screech.

The air around you seems to pulse with an insidious life all of its own, the ground beneath felt malleable, soft—alive in a sense. It quivered with the same foul, unearthly rhythm as a beating heart.

Five survivors will listen to you. What do you do?