[19] written by Teerts

in a slight fit of panic, you feverishly try to detach the
autonomous six-fingered hand and forearm from your arm. unsuccessful,
you sit around for about a half hour thinking of a way to get the damned
thing off...after much thought you decide to chew the bastard off, but
since the hand has six fingers, you instead go for the thumb to speed
things up and finally you remove the thing from your arm. you bring
the arm high as you are about to throw it into some nearby brush but
then you decide that you liked the taste of the meat as you chewed your
way free from the arm. you bite off two of the remaining digits and
pocket them for later...you know, just in case... you walk off into
the woods in search of another trail.

* if you want to keep searching for a trail go to [39].
* if you decide to camp here and wait around until you are dry before
continuing your journey, go to [40].