For a second you were thankful to hear the sharp loudness of the chainsaw to end the chaos and allow you to take refuge away from the hard floor. Your graces swiftly turned to prayers when you saw Bubba, eyes full of bloody murder, chainsaw swinging right at you. Your eyes were closed for what seemed like too long to still be conscious when the sound of the chainsaw throttled out. The blade whipping air inches from your face dissipated until the only sensation your body could find was the slight stinging of your left shoulder.All Rights Reserved