You take a bite of the dark bread. Your taste buds take the hit first, quickly followed by your lungs and balance.
As you cough and gag, you spot a nearby sink, but stumble on the way, and hit your head on its counter.
You awake on your back on a hard surface, and open your eyes to harsh white light, surrounded by all the carcasses hovering above you in anger or hunger.
And the last thing you feel is the pheasant pecking your eyes out.