You spring up from the steps of the mausoleum, and dash into the park screaming for help. After making it to the north side of the pond, your aching body demands that you rest. You take a knee to catch your breath and pray that the throbbing in your head dies down. As you rest, you swear you can hear movement in the distance. You strain to make it out against the rush of the pulse throbbing in your ears. In the reddish glow of the sunset, you stare into the distance to see if you can see if anyone is coming. You try to stand for a better view, but running wiped you out. Your legs are wobbly at best. You kneel down again.

Stay in place and yell for help.

Sit tight until you know what's going on.