You stumble upon an old yet elaborately designed shack. From a distance, the shack was made with dozens of wooden logs carved with large spikes at their end. The roof was just a very large flat piece of metal with a small pipe sticking upwards at one corner. On the outside laid a large pot over a burnt out firewood surrounded by various large bones and buried logs as seats. Upon viewing the bones your stomach growls again from hunger. At this point you’re willing to eat anything. Even from this distance you can smell something emanating from the pot.
It doesn’t seem like anyone (or anything) is around, so thus you cautiously begin to walk towards it. You stopped for a second as you accidentally stepped on a twig creating a loud noise. You step back for a bit and turned your head to see if there is any incoming danger. You’re still in the clear you thought, and continue to encroach towards the pot. You lift up the cover a bit taking in the huge smell of its contents. It smelled like a cross between chicken noodle soup and well-done steak. You slid your free hand in the pot and cupped some of its contents. Aside from the obvious seasoning, it looked like any other ordinary soup. Without any second thought you immediately began eating the contents in your hand. It’s unordinary yet bland taste took a while to down at first, but after a couple more cups your taste buds began to get used to the flavor. You ended up sliding the entire pot off and began to take in more of the soup with your bare hands. Before you continue eating however you are struck in the back of the head and instantly collapse. You awake to find yourself..