...

You find yourself in a dark corridor; walls of vines and bramble towering above you on either side. The gentle susurrus of their leaves caress the night air as it sweeps past, smelling of...
death.

Though it changes flavour every day, tonight it sounds like something heavy, stark and blunt, the greenery about you shuddering in time with its heavy footsteps.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.

What should you do...?

Run towards what looks to be a clearing in the hedge

Pinch yourself. Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP

You see a heavy stick lying at the foot of the hedge... Perhaps you could pick it up and fight?