So this is a moral scenario.
Why, what did you think it was going to be?
Anyway, it's a question about the idea of self-preservation vs. morality. Allow me to lay out the details...
You're spending your holiday break with a group of friends at a ski-resort. You're not that much into skiing, but hey, it seemed like a good idea at the time. One afternoon, while using the ski lift, you and your friends notice the wind pick-up. By the time you reach the top of the hill, the snow is falling rather heavily, and its looking like it will soon be a full-blown blizzard. Despite this, your friends convince you to do one last run down the hill before calling it a day and heading back to the resort. While skiing down the hill, the weather is really taking a turn for the worse, and white-out conditions have begun. Barely able to see what's in front of you, you call out to your friends and wait for their voices in order to provide some form of direction.
They don't yell back.
Panicking, you keep trudging on. After what seemed like a mere matter of minutes, you realize that you're no longer going downhill. The ground is flat, and you can see trees in the distance. Worried that you've gone in the wrong direction, you look at your watch. You've been walking for hours. As you reach for your cellphone to call for help, feeling an empty pocket where the distinct bulge of your phone should be, a horrible feeling runs down your spine. You left your phone at the resort, have lost your sense of direction, and are lost.
Seeking some form of protection from the storm, you go into the nearby trees, entering what seems to be a vast forest. Part of your brain tells you that you should just wait where you are and not go any further, but you're hungry, scared and panicking. After walking for hours with the desperate hope of finding a nearby town or camping site, you stumble upon what looks like a shack in the distance. Running to it and yelling for help, you're greeted by a rough-looking man wearing a coat of furs coming out of the shack's door, armed with a double-barrel shotgun. After explaining your situation to him, he lets you in.
Warming yourself by the shack's stove while enjoying a bowl of meat stew, the man strikes up a conversation with you. Turns out that he's the former CFO of a major corporation who gave it all up to move to the wilderness and live the life of a rustic pioneer. Fortunately, although he has no cellphone, the man does have an old telegraph that he can use to contact a nearby ranger station. After contacting the rangers, he tells you that a ranger will arrive to escort you back to the ski resort in 5 hours. Whilst admiring his set of hunting knives, he tells you that he's going outside for 2 hours to gather firewood.
After waiting around and repeatedly looking out the window, you see the man returning with firewood in hand. All seems well, but suddenly, a grizzly bear comes out of nowhere, attacks the man and proceeds to maul him. As he struggles to keep the bear from mauling him to death, the man is tackled to the ground and unable to reach his shotgun holstered on his back.
There isn't much time. The shotgun outside is the only firearm nearby, but you could use one of the hunting knives as a weapon. It's definitely not enough to kill the bear, but stabbing it might distract it and buy the man enough time to grab his shotgun and shoot. Then again, there's no guarantee that by the time you get outside the man will still be conscious, or alive, and you'd be risking your life. The ranger won't be here for another 3 hours, so if the bear pins you down, you're both dead. The shack door comes with a pretty sturdy lock, so you could just bar it shut and save yourself.
What do you do?
