Ash ran his tongue over his two fangs. Panic spread on his face. His eyes widened and his cheeks pulled back in terror. He put his hand to his mouth and covered it.
He was a Deadite, he thought. I can't cut off my fuckin' head. Shit, shit, SHIT! His hand started to tremble over his mouth. He spun around when he heard more Deadites approaching from the woods. He stumbled forward and snatched the Necronomicon. He tucked it into his belt and pushed the stump at the end of his right arm into the chainsaw's base. He took the boomstick and carried it in his hand as he ran in the opposite direction through the woods, heading back to the cabin.
His mind was spinning. The fear and pain were beginning to mess with his mind. He couldn't differentiate between his own footsteps and the footsteps of the Deadites. He blinked repeatedly until some fog cleared and he could think clearly.
When he opened his eyes, a Deadite stood before him. The collided and both fell the the floor. Ash rolled over broken twigs and thorned branches, but got back to his feet as if nothing had happened. The Deadite twitched uncontrollably on the floor like a flipped over cockroach.
Ash cocked the boomstick, dropping the two empty shells and allowing his last two to take their place. In the barrels.
As he approached the cabin, his sight doubled. He stumbled the rest of the way until he fell in through the front door. He reamained on the hardwood floor for a few moments before a mutilated face came into frame above him. He scrambled his arms and legs around, but couldn't get up before the large hand grabbed the front of his shirt and lifted him off the ground.
Blade set him on his feet, but held him up right. He pulled his arm back and released. Ash rocketted across the living room and crashed into a mirror. The shards rained down onto the floor; he fell on top of them. Blade grabbed him by he back of his torn, blue shirt, and slammed him into the wall. There was a thick snap as Ash's right cheekbone broke in half. His face was instantly deformed.
Blade pulled back his fist and threw it forward as hard as he could. His fist had the feel of a massive brick as it ripped through Ash's back and came out through his stomach. Ash gasped his final breath of air before blood began to spill from his mouth like a red stream.
Blade's face was contorted horrible. The top half of his skull had been blown out and his left eye had been blown in. Half of his nose had been torn off and his upper lip was torn and flapped against his face like a sheet of paper in the wind.
He took the Necronomicon from Ash's belt before dropping him to the ground where he crumpled lifelessly.
He opened the flesh bound cover, wrapped his fingers around the stack of wilting papers, and tore them out from the spine. He released them from his grip and threw them to the floor of the cabin.
Blood flew from the mouths of the Deadites as they roamed the forest. They crawled back into the ground in a state of hypnosis.