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Still quite dazed from your fall, you pull yourself to your feet to take a look around. As you straighten up, your backpack droops awkwardly, the strap on the left torn off. You pull it loose and look through its contents. Your tinder box is in pieces. Hopefully you won’t especially need to camp out at night any time soon, so close you are to the city.

You inspect the crash site. Amidst the heap of split planks and warped metal braces, the vaguely box-like shape of the cabin is just about intact, belly side upturned, all but one wheel knocked off the axels by the impact. As you walk around the wreck, stepping through a mess of freshly snapped branches, crushed bushes and shrubs, you stumble upon what would have been the horse. As the poor beast hit the deck it had literally splashed. Strangely however, you find no sign of the driver. Perhaps he got off early, and caused the accident himself, purposefully or not.

On the opposite side from where you landed you see where the door was cut into the box, although the door itself is no longer attached. You move closer. Even in the short time since you looked over the edge from the path above, the sun has gotten higher, and there is just light enough that you can see inside the passenger cabin. A few seconds squinting at the hole and you identify the shape of a body. You consider trying to pull it out to see if there are any valuables you might take for yourself. You are completely penniless after all.

To pull out the body and search for loot, turn to 366. If you want to leave it and find a way back to the path, turn to 156.