You decide the woods are still much safer than the tunnel would be. The more you consider it the happier you are with your decision, and you feel a bit of stress lifting from your shoulders as you walk away from the ridge. In fact you feel better than you have for weeks.
You now notice the thousands of tiny white flowers littering the ground everywhere you can see, each flower smaller than the end of your pinky finger. An extremely faint smell lingers in the air from the flowers you had crushed walking here.
