Cultists

*It was your twentieth day of surviving in the forest. It was morning and you were looting in the woods. As you walked through, you stumbled upon two cultists performing a ritual. You hid behind a tree, waiting for them to leave. Your weapons were a spear and a revolver that was out of ammo. When everything went quiet, you thought they were gone, and as you approached the chest to open it, you felt a spear and a crossbow pressed into your back. *Look at this man, he even dared to come here alone. Said the cultist with the crossbow