Survive the perverts

My name is Amy, and I might have ended up in a pickle. Actually, might have is not the right phrase I’ll use. I definitely ended up in a pickle. Before all of this weird stuff happened, I was your average 20 year woman trying to find work. I wanted to move out of my parents house since I just wanted to have a place for my own. At some point on my job search, I stumbled upon a very peculiar email. It could have been spam, but it didn’t read like one. It was like, “hello there! You have been invited to participate in survive the perverts game show! Please click the link to enter!” Now, the smart thing to do would be to not click the link, but I did it anyway. Why you may ask? It’s because I was actually really curious. With a name like “survive the perverts,” I was actually curious. The questions were normal at first, but it also asked me about my sexual orientation, my body type, and even if I ever experienced sex. I knew the show would involve perverted things, but this was just strange. After I completed all of the questions, another email was sent to me. This new email said, “congratulations! You will be brought to the show tomorrow morning!” I scoffed at it, and why should I believe that I can be brought there by tomorrow morning. Well, when I fell asleep, I could feel movement in my dreams and yet I couldn’t wake up. However, I eventually did wake up… inside an abandoned building. I was also completely naked too. I heard a very loud speaker start to play. “Hello perverts and prey! Welcome to ‘Survive The Perverts!’ The rules are simple, the perverts will track down their prey with little blow darts. If a prey is shot three times by the blow dart, then that prey will now be the perverts . The only way for the prey to win is to be the last one! The winner will receive one septillion dollars!” The voice then ended, and I was all alone. What should I do next?