I kept getting pissed at the group's cop for throwing away valuable supplies that we needed almost immediately to fight wild dogs or break through obstacles or whatever. And of course she was never the one to face consequences (ie HP loss) for whatever dangers we came across—not even when she decided to rob a bank!
Instead, poor Kimmy kept getting hurt by every rusty nail, wild animal, and inexplicable maze we came across. She wound up dying to like the fifth razor-sharp flower she decided to touch.
Of course, the cop's flashlight was the last to die. When it did, it was only a matter of time before...well, I'm not sure what happened (beyond probably involving spiders), because the text box was covered by a fade to black before I could read a single sentence. But the fact that I wanted to know what happened to my survivors, and that I put together random events into enough of a narrative to fill two paragraphs, should indicate my level of investment.