As you begin to walk around, you find a tent of some kind. Ancient and old, torn to pieces. Inside you can just see a scattering of breakfast cereal on the ground. Green sprouts emerging from each grain and growing towards the sun.
Just beyond the tent, you find what at first looks to be a skeleton of dog, but as you get closer you realise it is too large. Not being very familiar with skeletons, you're not sure what it is, but you are sure that it turns your stomach.
Turning along what isn't quite a path, you find yourself standing in front of a small shack.