I get up and sling the "spam can" of ammunition over my shoulder and stick a few stripper clips into my pockets.
 
After reloading my rifle, I stop to take stock of my situation. I am well and truly lost in a forest full of hostile and unfamilliar creatures. While that snake *did* just eat me, it was also intelligent and could communicate in english somehow. Though it's a risk, it's far better than trying to survive alone in the wilderness until I discover what other, probably le