"This is a really nice hoodie" Ash kept on thinking (even though there were much more pressing things to ponder). His captor must have placed this relatively thin dark blue thermal hoodie on him, for he had never seen it before. While he wandered through the forest he had his chainsaw-for-a-hand turned off and his "boomstick" slung over his shoulder. Ever since that fateful night in the cabin, Ash had grown accustomed to combat, but he could not shake the feeling that this was on a much larger scale. Like Necromicon X Mortis proportions. "Although, if you're a hammer, everything is a nail, I suppose," he thought, and in this case, he was the hammer, and Necromicon evil was the nail. He truly didn't know if he would prefer college and working for a super store, than thwarting demons and saving the world. As he walked his rural path, he wondered about his host and his "other players". "Who is this Jigsaw any way? What is his deal? How powerful are my opponents? And what was it he said about "more or less immortal?" Those were a few of the questions he asked him self. Soon he found himself becoming paranoid-every noise he heard made him look over his shoulder, and every time- nothing. But this time, it looked like his paranoia had finally paid off: he caught a glimpse of someone ducking behind a tree.
Ash decided to play dumb. After a few more steps he veered off coarse and went into the bush Soon enough he heard his stalker come in slowly after him. Ash saw that he was puzzled figuring out what happened to Ash's tracks. This follower wore a ripped sweater underneath a frayed pair of overalls, and carried some kind of scythe. He also had some strange mask, like a tattered plastic frown, with big, black, hallow eyes. Then all of a sudden the masked man turned to see Ash in the bramble, and just as quickly an iconic sound erupted from Ash's wrist. The chainsaw had started up.
Ash pulled his arm up ands threw it down so fast "Masky" had almost no reaction time. Masky dropped down right below Ash's chain, and unfortunately for Ash his saw was now stuck in a thick branch. Masky quickly sprung up and sliced into Ash's side and kicked him in the back. As he prepared to go for the kill, Ash got free and smacked Masky on to a nearby frozen pond. Ash darted after his assailant, careful not to slip. Masky had slid a good 5 meters before halting, and when as Ash had reached him, he promptly kicked him in the shin. While Masky got up, Ash heard something approaching, loud, and lots of it. "Dammit", he thought, "the zombies". Ash soon felt Masky's shoulder slam into he ribs, then he felt his back knock against the ice. "You will remember the name Leslie Vernon forever!" Ash's opponent shouted as he brought his scythe right next to Ash's head. Thankfully, Leslie had missed, giving Ash time to get up and briefly see his scared face and neck. Then he ran as fast as he could to the oak tree and got to the top of it. Leslie cocked his head as a questioning look. Then Ash noticed the horde of zombies jumping from the bank on the river leading to the pond the the bed, with soiled clothes, and bloody, rotting skin. "They are fast" he thought. Then he pulled out his sawed-off shotgun and aimed it at the ice, and delivered a shot that cracked the ground under Vernon. It sent him into the freezing cold water, just in time for the horde to pull him out and start their feeding.
Ash frowned at the brutal site, but he knew he had gotten one step closer to getting off this rock. He now had a new agenda, finding out who that hot blond was, he was now staring at.