I was in a town in Denmark and was casually wandering through it in search of an airport. I continued down the road and into a small dark forest full of trees with no leaves and sharp pointed branches. I came to a bend in the road and turned it not knowing what would be awaiting me around the corner. Suddenly I was face to face with a hoard of at least twenty horses, the majority of them staring right at me. I quickly headed towards the small village.
Once I finally got there, I saw several houses. But no people. I checked all the way along the long and creepy road and there was no sign of life, anywhere. Except the horses. They were everywhere. Eventually, I found a car and felt a huge sense of relief wash over me, until I went round to the front of the car and noticed that there was nobody in it. The car had been heading away from the town, away from the horses, away from their home which had been so horrifically invaded by this angry mob of horses. Towards safety, without even a backward glance as they made their final attempt at freedom, from the fate which had befallen their town.
But they had been caught. The horses had found them, the horses had found the, and killed them as they had killed every other human being in the isolated lonely town in Denmark. At this point I was panicking and desperately began finding some way out of there, to the airport, the airport which had some to mean so much more than just the end of a simple game. The airport which represented safety, represented a way to finally escape this place. I looked all around for a survivor, but nobody was there. Just the houses and the car, the tragic reminders of the horrific fate of this lonely, isolated village in Denmark. After some time, I gave up and clicked the "Go" button. I escaped, but I had left behind any potential survivors of the terrible ordeal, left them behind because I was too much of a coward to help. To face that virtual nightmare of an airport-seeking journey, away from that little town and away from its tragic fate.
But the memories remain. They will haunt me forever and the guilt I felt then is no less intense. I had left the village and refused to help, all simply because of the nervousness I'd felt in that second. But at least I was safe. At least I was finally away from there.
At least I had survived.