you get shoved into a wall.. David holds his axe to your neck.. his eyes black and hollow, leaking black tar. his messy brown hair blowing in the wind. he wears a green sweater and a black jacket with the number 45 on it. his hands were bloody... he felt cold…

"tsk.. you think you can run from me..? your fucking dumb for thinking that"

he laughs manically

"ohh... how ill enjoy watching you scream in AGONY.."

he chuckles, black tar leaking from his mouth and eyes…