CYOA: League of Legends Edition!

You pause, looking once more at the strange eyes and needle sharp teeth. Then, as you look away, you force yourself to close your eyes as you clench your hand all too suddenly. A sickening crunch mixed with an estranged squeal fills your ears as you break whatever bone is in that tiny creature's body. Though you know it's probably for the best, you cannot help but feel a piercing pang of remorse. You've never killed anything so heartlessly before.

Nevertheless, what's done is done. You carefully open your eyes as your hand unfurls, only for you to curl them right back up. You grit your teeth and step outside for some 'fresh' air, gently scraping the remains of the creature from your palm and into the murky swap below. When you look up, that's when you see it. Your heart almost stops in fear, your limbs immobilized.

A figure shrouded in black, hunched and holding what appeared to be a string of small, round objects - beads, perhaps. Its form is wavering in and out of visibility as it lurked through the mist, closer to the house. The guilt that you previously felt washed away as a heavy sense of dread threatens to drown you. You don't stop to wonder what it is, only that this sensation of being unable to move was finally beginning to wear off.

You manage to weigh your options carefully, though the figure is fast approaching.

Options:

A) Move back into the shack.
B) Confront it.
C) Flee.

((Welp, I forgot about this. Hopefully people are still interested.))

You decide not to take the risk. As soon as you can feel your legs again, your leap off the rotting steps and into the swamp. The water laps against your knees and you can feel the mud and something else seeping into your shoes, the water slipping into your pants as you wade through the gunk and out the other side. Something is telling you not to look back, even though your eyes are twitching. The figure has not uttered a single sound, and the only thing you can hear is the squish of your boots onto hard soil as you make your sluggish escape beyond the house. You're moving further and further away from the wrecked ship, but you find that is the least of your worries.

Once you believe you've made it a fair distance away, your heart begins to reach your head once again, clearing your thoughts and making you realize just how hard you're breathing. Your pants are muddy and wet and there's something disgusting sloshing around inside your shoes. There is inevitable disgust on your face as you sit down and pull off one boot, upturning it. A miniature stream is dumped out, and upon closer inspection, something wiggled its way out of the bits of mud and burrowed its way into the dry ground. A violent shudder rocks your shoulders and you quickly do the same to the other boot before putting them both back on and lacing them tightly. It's uncomfortable, but there's no way you're going to be walking around barefoot.

You stand up and turn around to survey your surroundings. You can still see the house, but the figure had vanished. The murky fog is still constant here and the trees are as skeletal as ever. As you press forward into the bare forest, with branches that catch against your hair and rotting logs that attempt to bar your path, you try not to give in to the fear that has been with you all this time. You don't know what time it is, you don't know if you're getting closer to where you need to go (if that even existed) and you have no idea if you're going to make this out alive. Your body is tired, but your mind is alert. You're hungry and sore, but the thin trees offer little to no protection. Furthermore, there seems to be no end to this 'forest' - if you could call it even that.

Options:

A) Find a place to sleep for the night/day.
B) Keep on walking.
C) Return to the house.