You chose to fight.
You begin to fight these creatures fearlessly. You kill them off one by one ignoring all of your battle wounds you are being burdened with. Soon you have killed all but two and they run off like a couple of whipped dogs. You have done it. You defeated the evil monsters. But wait a second. As you stick your arm up to claim your victory you feel a sharp pain in your ribs. You look down at your body and realize you are tore up pretty bad. You begin to weaken as you travel. You know you must find a medical pack of some sort, but where.
You can tear your clothes and use them as bandages, or you can keep walking.