Run

Turning around, you make a break for it, running through the dying woods. The creature gives chase, but its mammoth tits cause it to lose it's balance and faceplant. You don't stop running however, not until you break through the woods, and stand in the middle of a wide and long road. The highway!

Sighing in relief, you check the sun to get your bearings. The city was east down this road...right?

Oh well, if it's not east you'll just turn around. You head east down the road, watching the surrounding forest for monsters, for about an hour. You stop for a rest, sitting on a stump on the side of the highway and eating your canned tuna. As you eat, you suddenly hear a noise getting closer, one that is somehow both familiar and new to you.

The sound of a motorcycle engine.

You look up just in time to see two bikes and a truck pull up to a stop in front of you. Each driven by a leather-clad biker, they park to cut off any escape except into the woods.

"Howdy, friend," says the tall, sunglass-wearing biker closest to you. You notice he not-so-subtly has his hand on a holster on his belt. "Watcha got there?"

"Tuna...?" you respond, nervous.

"Mind sharin'?" he asks, but it is more of a command than a question.

"This can's about empty..." you respond, increasingly nervous.

"Look, bud," says the other biker. "This highway? Our road. And anyone who wants to travel on it, has to pay a toll. Food, ****, or sex, in that order of preference."

"And what if I don't pay...?" you ask, slowly standing up.

"Then we have our friend in the truck run you over," the first biker says, totally serious.