I swing my blade. It slices through his jaw, crunches against bone. I jerk the axe out of his face and he stumbles back. I swing a second time, into the side of his skull. A third time, right through his forehead. No matter how many times I hit him, long after he's reduced to a body twitching on the side of the road, his satisfied leer never fades. I turn away and dry heave.
Rated: T - English - Horror/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 13,821 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 11/27/2018 - Published: 11/3/2018 - Rick G., Daryl D., OC