[ WP ] You find yourself beside a four-way intersection in the middle of a rural , isolated area with no trace of civilization in sight . A suitcase is handcuffed to your lacerated , bleeding wrist and the only thing in your pockets is a crumpled piece of paper with something scribbled on it

My wrist felt numb. My whole body ached. My vision was blurry. I blinked a few times, which in turn restored my vision. I looked around, to find... nothing. Never had anything felt so empty. No birds chirping, no wind blowing, nothing. What was this place? I looked around. I was at an intersection. four ways. My hand felt unusually heavy. There's a briefcase attached to it, with handcuffs. What is going on? I was just... I was roaming, no. I was... I was, fuck. What was I doing? My head throbbed with pain. I slowly reached out for the suitcase. It was of some kind of leather yet somehow it felt like, cotton. It felt unnatural. It was closed but not locked. I opened it with one hand, which was much harder to do than I thought. After struggling with the case, it finally popped open. There was a piece of paper on it. No money, no dead body, just a piece of paper. I picked it up and started reading it. I could n't help but smile. It all made sense now. My devotion. My prayers. After all these years, he rewarded me the greatest gift. I was chosen out of 7 billion people on this world. I dropped the paper and looked around. So which one do I choose? War, Famine, Pestilence or Death?
