I am walking up the hill from my home to the highway. There is no sidewalk and both the pavement to my left and the wooded area to my right are covered in debris. It's hard to walk, as I have to pick my way over fallen branches and pools of mud and melting snow. I step over one thick branch and realize it's not a branch at all, but the leg of a dead deer. Looking ahead of me, I see more dead deer, all stiff and bloated, lying in my path. I decide to head back down the hill, but upon turning see that my path home is also littered with these corpses. I see no way forward and no way back.