MOst Dangerous Game Ending

A warm feather of light shone in on Rainsford’s face through the window. It woke him up gently to only realize he had a splitting headache. It hurt so bad he could hardly think of what was going on, or why he was on top of a bed with all his clothes on. He reached his hand up to the spot that hurt and felt a large sore lump. As he tried to get his bearings he saw a little bit of what looked like blood splattered around the room. “Who’s blood is that?”, Rainsford thought. He continued to look around only to come to the realization that he could not remember anything since the fabulous meal with General Zaroff. He then laughed at himself for his folly because he obviously had drank to much wine, gotten dizzy, and bumped his head, but that still didn’t explain the blood on the floor. “Oh well,” said Rainsford, “I’...