Lone Wolf: Small but Fierce

The people look tired and hungry. They have come many miles from their burning city. Suddenly, you hear the beat of huge wings coming from the north.

'Kraan, Kraan! Hide yourselves!' the cry goes up all along the road.

Just in front of you, a wagon carrying small children breaks down, its right wheel jammed in a furrow. The children scream in panic.

If you wish to help the children, turn to 194.

If you'd rather run for the cover of the trees, turn to 261.

Save the children? Save the Cheeseburger? The children do not offer cover. Rather than screaming in panic, they should run in panic. This sounds like natural selection to me. What to do?