Crap!
I’m not prepared for this shit!
*i frantically search in my pockets for something weapon like. Grab my hip flask and looking at it with regret smash it against the roots, then use my Zippo to try to burn the roots away*
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*screams in pain as the dagger buries in my back. Turns around and mutter a stream of curses at the body walking my way* I know my self and you are NOT me! *jumps at the body and stab it in the eyes with the screwdriver while shouting for help* SHERIFF! WATSON! Is anybody around?