A few minutes later from deep within the Red-And-White Woods, a soft, dismayed groan could be heard. Amy, who had previously been walking the path, now stood still rubbing her temples, realizing that she had essentially walked into a maze. Not three but four separate branching paths shot out before her in different directions through the sweet labyrinth she had found herself in, and all of them seemed to move forward in different directions. What was more, all of them looked roughly the same. The only difference Amy noticed when she peered into the increasing darkness that had been created by the dense packing of trees in the area was that the far right path was marked with a sign that had a skull painted on it in still-wet red paint, and the path on the far left was marked with a smiley face in the same manner. The two middle paths were marked with nothing at all.
So now the question was- which path would Amy take?
