"You look hungry, do you want some? After all, it was you that
got me this meal."
You think you are going insane. You slap yourself and rub your eyes.
The tiger is still there. And it's still talking. He's right about one
thing- you are starving. You haven't eaten anything since you lost
your memory. But is cannimalism the right option? You aren't sure
whether you could stomach eating Casey, who is still alive, moaning
and writhing with pain.
"Well?" the tiger asks. "I won't wait forever. I like
my meal fresh."
Well, you are not exactly sure what these fruits are, but they look
lethal enough. You plucj one from the tree and throw it at the tiger.
All that does is anger it more. As a last resort, you find another one
and this time, aim at Casey. It hits her in the stomach, and she moans
in pain as she falls to the forest floor. The tiger, seeing it's meal
oppurtunity, leaps off the tree and starts ripping out Casey's flesh.
After a few bites, the tiger asks you