Maybe use the plate?

You reach for the plate and toss the food out of it. Feeling the texture of it, you notice that it’s made out of a ceramic material. With a spark of hope, you smash the plate against the ground, shattering it. The loud clamor echoes throughout the tiny shack and your heart races as you realize how much noise you have just made. You hear shouting in the distance, making your heart race even faster. You quickly look through the chunks of broken plate. You find yourself upon a particularly sharp piece and quickly get to work on the rope, sawing at it with the broken plate.

The talking in the distance is getting louder. You rush to get through the rope, seeing it slowly splinter underneath your frantic sawing. You stand up and take a few steps away in order to tighten the rope and give it more strain. With a few more cuts, you break free of the stake.

Without a moment to lose, you rush for the loosely hanging door and run through it with the weight of your body.

You hear a yell as you break open the door with your weight. Your timing couldn’t be better as you manage to slam open the door into a goblin that was just outside of it. The short creature falls to the ground cursing. You notice that he wasn’t the only one coming to see you, as another still stands beside his fallen comrade.

“What the..?” the one still on his feet shouts.

Your eyes grow wide as you make a break for it by running past him.

“Get back here!” the green creature yells as he gives chase to you.

You are in a forested area, likely not too far from your fallen village. You keep running in a random direction, your survival instincts keeping you going. Your bare skin catches every loose branch on your way through the foliage, leaving you with small nicks and cuts. Your feet rapidly grow sore from your barefooted running across the harsh forest floor.

You hear the goblin behind you, although his short feet are making it hard for him to keep up. You pray that you lose him quickly, because you won’t be able to hold out much longer.

From nothing but a small miracle, you hear the goblin yell as he trips and falls over a fallen tree. You keep going, only glancing back to see him fade further behind you.

You keep running until you finally lose the strength to run. You kneel down to try and catch your breath. As your breath calms, you hear a river in the distance. You smack your dried lips, realizing you have not had any water in many hours. Without hesitation, you travel toward the sound of running water.

It takes a few minutes to reach the river, but when you do, you instantly dive to drink from it. It feels cool and soothing. You wish you could dive into it in order to sooth the scratches you’ve suffered from running through the forest and wash yourself of goblin filth, but you know you have to keep moving.

You hear shouting back in the forest, knowing the goblin is once more approaching you. You ponder whether you should dive into the water and let the river’s flow help put distance between you and the goblin, but you could just as quickly make your way on land, as painful as that may be with your bare feet.