Having lost his axe a while ago, Henry had decided that running was his only chance of survival at this point. Would it really be a fair fight, an unarmed man against a psycho with a chainsaw in one hand and a pistol in the other? At least Eileen wasn't in danger. All he had to do was get back to the burned down Wish House, where she was…
"Where are you going, Receiver?" a baritone voice purred from a distance.
Henry's frightened eyes darted all over the area. At least there weren't any monsters. Oh boy would he be in for it if they came after him as well. Being preoccupied with finding threats, Henry didn't see the root sticking out of the ground and consequently tripped over it. He glanced behind quickly and gasped when he saw Walter gaining on him, and quickly. Desperately, the Receiver stood up and continued running, though the fall had given him a limp.
Almost to the gate… Henry cried out when a bullet punctured his leg. He limped his way towards a nearby tree and leaned against the trunk, turning to face the nearing man. Henry closed his eyes and struggled to get control over his heartbeat. If he was going to get a chainsaw in the gut, he definitely didn't want to see it.
Henry heard the rustle of clothing and opened his eyes to see Walter putting his pistol back into his coat pocket. He still had his chainsaw in hand, though. "Mother chose you to be a Sacrament for a reason, so why do you value your life so?" he asked. Judging by the furrow of his blond eyebrows, Walter was honestly confused. Regardless, he revved his chainsaw and stepped closer to Henry's quivering form. "You should be honored."