You walked past the food court and into the main entrance of the now abandoned mall. You were thinking about how things were before the world fell into chaos. But your eye caught a poster.

The poster had an Axer on it, of course holding its signature axe, and the poster read: “Need help chopping wood? Don’t worry!” Accept the word wood was crossed off. Odd.

You explored some more, only to see an Axer entity standing over a cut up corpse of another survivor. It turned to face you.

“You’re next.”