> Open the trunk
You open the trunk. Plenty of handy-dandy things you might need in an unmarked car probably intended for a Soviet Communist Grue. A jack, an emergency phone, a loaded revolver, and a spare tire.
> Pick up revolver
Congratulations. You now have a loaded Revolver, with six bullets. This'll do a lot of damage to a Grue, I'm sure. Speaking of which, did I mention there was also a Grue in the trunk?
> Close trunk!
Too late. The Grue rises from the trunk, angry at you for disturbing it's sleep.
> Fire revolver at Grue
Too late. The Grue bites the gun in half, and then bites you in half for seconds.
It appears that the last blow was too much for you. I'm afraid that you are dead.
As you take your last breath, you feel relieved of your burdens. The feeling passes as you find yourself before the gates of Hell, where the spirits jeer at you and deny you entry. Your senses are disturbed. The objects in the dungeon appear indistinct, bleached of color, even unreal.
> examine me
You appear to be made of a translucent floating white substance. There seems to be a golden halo hovering above your head.