You stand on a blood-red plain under a blood-red sky. Black stormclouds are scudding overhead, flickering with lightning. Far off on the horizon are jagged black peaks. You are all alone.
You feel a great sense of despair. There is no way out of here. You have come to the end of your journey, and what was the point of it all anyway? You might as well just lay down and die. Get it over with quickly, and put an end to all the misery...
Perhaps you might make one last feeble attempt to escape.