There's one of those little bastards left alive. Squirrel Rivera, the leader. You grab the little fucker and make off. Yelling one wrong move from them and you will ring the rodent's neck till it snaps.
As you walk along the trail out of here you hear them scampering alongside. Suddenly Rivera twists free and he is running off into the woods. All hell breaks lose then. Volley after volley of pine cone grenades blasting all around you. You are hit in the left shoulder and your arm is nearly blown off. You are blown into a tree hard, a branch rams through your stomach three inches. You are stuck a bit and trying to get yourself free without passing out from the pain. That's when you are hit by two pine cone grenades at the same time. Head and Crotch. You die then.
The End