So there Ash stood, toe to toe with the walking ugly that was a deadite. The deadite took a step towards him, and he took a step back. Then it charged. Ash rolled out of the way just as it was about to grab him. He stood up quickly and punched the deadite in the head with his metallic right hand. His hand went into the monster's head with a sickening squish. The deadite threw Ash off and charged again. It tried to take a swing at Ash's head, but Ash ducked then delivered a wicked uppercut that sent the deadite flying.
Then Ash pounced. He jumped on top of the deadite before it had a chance to get up. He started to punch away at the thing's face. He went into a blind rage. When he finally realized what he was doing, there was not much left of the deadite and his entire body was covered in green goo. The Indians, who had been yelling and screaming up to this point, were now quiet. Nobody said anything or tried to stop him when he hopped back over the fence.
Ash walked strait to the Indian chief. Two other Indians tried to get in his way, but the chief said something in his language and the two got back out of his way. Ash got right into the face of the chief and just started into his eyes for a few moments. Then he grabbed his gun out of the man's hands. All the Indians held up their bows and knives in case he was to do something. But he didn't. He walked over to where they were holding Sherry and took off her ropes. Nobody tried to stop him.
The two started to walk back to his car when there was a loud cry that came from the west. All of a sudden a lone Indian on horseback came riding through the village screaming something in his native tongue. Ash turned to see what all the commotion was about. At first he couldn't see it, but then he saw it. Coming over the horizon was what appeared to be a horde of deadites.
There had to be at least a hundred of them. Now he had seen more at one time. But then he was inside a well-defended castle with an army of knights and soldiers. Now, it was just him, Sherry, the Indians, and his gun.
He quickly ran to his car. Sherry followed and got in the passenger side. But Ash didn't get in the driver's seat. Instead, he got in the back and grabbed his chainsaw attachment for his hand and put it on.
"What are you doing? We should get out of here while we still can." Sherry asked frantically.
"I can't just sit here and let these people get slaughtered. Even though they tried to kill me, twice, it doesn't mean they deserve that. Stay here in the car, roll the windows up, lock the doors, and stay down. I'll be back as soon as I can." Then he slammed the door shut and went back to the Indians.
All the men of the tribe were getting on their horses and preparing for battle. It was apparently no the first time they had had to fight to stay alive. Ash tried to get up on a horse, but a young Indian came and pushed him down. The chief rode up to them and looked down at Ash. Ash and the chief met eyes and without saying anything, the chief knew he was there to help. He said something to the young Indian and he let Ash get on the horse.
Ash rode with the Indians out of the village to the open plains where they would meet the oncoming deadites. As they rode, Ash revved up his chainsaw and loaded up his gun. All the Indians let out their war cries. All Ash said was, "Yippy ki yea, ya ugly bastards."
Then Ash pounced. He jumped on top of the deadite before it had a chance to get up. He started to punch away at the thing's face. He went into a blind rage. When he finally realized what he was doing, there was not much left of the deadite and his entire body was covered in green goo. The Indians, who had been yelling and screaming up to this point, were now quiet. Nobody said anything or tried to stop him when he hopped back over the fence.
Ash walked strait to the Indian chief. Two other Indians tried to get in his way, but the chief said something in his language and the two got back out of his way. Ash got right into the face of the chief and just started into his eyes for a few moments. Then he grabbed his gun out of the man's hands. All the Indians held up their bows and knives in case he was to do something. But he didn't. He walked over to where they were holding Sherry and took off her ropes. Nobody tried to stop him.
The two started to walk back to his car when there was a loud cry that came from the west. All of a sudden a lone Indian on horseback came riding through the village screaming something in his native tongue. Ash turned to see what all the commotion was about. At first he couldn't see it, but then he saw it. Coming over the horizon was what appeared to be a horde of deadites.
There had to be at least a hundred of them. Now he had seen more at one time. But then he was inside a well-defended castle with an army of knights and soldiers. Now, it was just him, Sherry, the Indians, and his gun.
He quickly ran to his car. Sherry followed and got in the passenger side. But Ash didn't get in the driver's seat. Instead, he got in the back and grabbed his chainsaw attachment for his hand and put it on.
"What are you doing? We should get out of here while we still can." Sherry asked frantically.
"I can't just sit here and let these people get slaughtered. Even though they tried to kill me, twice, it doesn't mean they deserve that. Stay here in the car, roll the windows up, lock the doors, and stay down. I'll be back as soon as I can." Then he slammed the door shut and went back to the Indians.
All the men of the tribe were getting on their horses and preparing for battle. It was apparently no the first time they had had to fight to stay alive. Ash tried to get up on a horse, but a young Indian came and pushed him down. The chief rode up to them and looked down at Ash. Ash and the chief met eyes and without saying anything, the chief knew he was there to help. He said something to the young Indian and he let Ash get on the horse.
Ash rode with the Indians out of the village to the open plains where they would meet the oncoming deadites. As they rode, Ash revved up his chainsaw and loaded up his gun. All the Indians let out their war cries. All Ash said was, "Yippy ki yea, ya ugly bastards."