Ash awoke, still on the floor where he'd been laying during the fight, his hand clutching the necklace to his chest. He'd been awoken by the sound of a clock ticking and for a brief, brilliant moment, he thought he'd dreamed it all. Then the pain hit him. The aching was terrible in all his muscles, and they promised him more pain to come later. Ash didn't care though, he pushed it out of his head and sat up. Around him, the corpses of his friends had all but dissolved into horrific liquids of varying colors, and he looked away from them in disgust. He got to his feet painfully and limped, blood still wet all over him, dripping as he walked toward the front door. He saw sunlight pouring in from outside and realized with joy that it had worked. The book was destroyed and the Evil Dead's hold on this place was gone. He prayed that this would mean their influence had been undone or something, like how it always happened in the movies... Hoping against hope the bridge would be back to normal.
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Off in the woods though, Ash did not hear the stirring. The thing in the woods was in pain, and was not pleased. It stared down at the floor of the forest, a single leaf there. It felt Ash stirring inside the cabin. Having been hurt by the destruction of the book, but by no means defeated, it roared hungrily and zoomed off toward the cabin. The rear door came into view, but it was not challenged, and rammed it. The door blew open, ripping the lock apart as it did, then the inner door that led to the main room shattered to pieces, and the front door came next, breaking open to reveal Ash standing there outside.
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He spun around and screamed as the thing bore down on him and flew straight into his open, screaming mouth.
Everything went black.