Cultists

It was the twentieth day of your survival in the forest. It was morning, and you were heading out to loot the woods. As you walked, you stumbled upon two cultists performing a ritual; you hid behind a tree and listened, waiting for them to leave. Your only weapons were a spear and a revolver that had run out of ammunition. Once everything went silent, you thought they were gone, but the moment you approached the chest to open it, you felt a spear and a crossbow pressed against your back. "Just look at this, a human dared to come here, and alone at that." said the cultist with the crossbow.