Kevin peers down at Hatchet Harry, who’s starting to inch his way over to the door.
“Kevin? Is he alive? Hatchet Harry?”
Kevin reaches down and picks up the discarded cleaver, the blade resembling a hatchet. “No, I’m afraid not.”
Kevin peers down at Hatchet Harry, who’s starting to inch his way over to the door.
“Kevin? Is he alive? Hatchet Harry?”
Kevin reaches down and picks up the discarded cleaver, the blade resembling a hatchet. “No, I’m afraid not.”