You wake from last nights festivities hung over and weak. Staggering about you see your peers all appear to be in a similar state. At first it feels like a fitting punishment for all the fun you had last night. It had been a long time since the village had anything to celebrate with poor harvest and harsh winters year after year. But then yesterday the neighboring villagers showed up with a plan to pool resources and work together. The odds still seemed long but it was the most hope the village had in months. An impromptu celebration began lasting late into the night. Drinks kept coming and coming. As you mingle with the others you start to notice a few things. Everyone you can find is an older member of the village. The hunger and thirst you feel seems greater than just a normal hangover. You piece together that you've slept through at least two full days. Whatever was in the drinks that night involved more than alcohol. Worse yet you realize all of the younger people in the village are missing. The remaining people with some wits about them search for food stores and determine you have more than a months worth of food left maybe much more with rationing. You have a little time to decide what to do but clearly the clock is ticking.