Cascadilla followed the man to the group of people. She noticed that they all
were staring at the TV with vacant looks and quite a few were drooling. She saw Perkchip sitting alone happily
munching on a glass vase with a bag around his head.
She pulled the machete from her back pocket and swung at the nearest man. The
machete took the top of the man's skull clean off.
As he slumped over, a small pellet fell out of the exposed brain cavity.
The man who released her, tried to grab her arm. She swung them machete again
and chopped his arm off. As he was falling to the floor, she swung downwards and imbedded the machete in the middle
of his upturned face.
When he landed, she stepped on his chest and pulled the knife out. His severed
tongue was stuck to the blade. Flicking the machete, the tongue flew toward a man sitting in the corner and landed
in his mouth.
He grunted and started to chew slowly.
She felt someone else come up from behind her. Cascadilla executed a back kick
and felt the spiked golf shoes make contact. She slowly dug her foot down until she heard a gasp.
Turning she watched the man fall as his intestines fell out of his exposed stomach.
When he landed, he tried to stuff the intestines back in, but since they were extremely slippery, they kept on
eluding his grasp. He finally gave up and lay still.
Cascadilla ran from person to person kicking and swinging the machete. Soon, blood
covered everything. Blood slowly ran down the walls and was dripped from the ceiling.
Trying to escape, one man slipped on a pool of blood and fell face first into
an exposed chest. A rib punctured his eyeball with a dull popping sound and it exited out of his right ear.
When she was done she walked over to Perkchip, and took the bag off his head and
offered him the bloody machete.
He licked the blade with glee.
"Come on, honey," she said, "Time to go."
Sheik Mohamar watched through his binoculars as the lady and the young boy walked
out of the bunker. "My goodness Rawley," he said, "It seems that someone has escaped!"
Rawley poured the Sheik a new cup of tea as a tear slowly fell from his eye.
"I think we may have found our Savior!" the Sheik exclaimed
Rawley fell to the ground, wailing like a woman.
The Sheik hopped out of his recliner and ran towards his faithful kangaroo. He
jumped on its back and they went hopping happily away.
Cascadilla watched as the man and kangaroo hopped happily towards them.
"Hippity-hop," said Perkchip.
When the man and kangaroo came up to them, the man reached down and tugged on
the kangaroo's testicles. The kangaroo abruptly stopped and the man was flung from its back.
Cascadilla ran to the man to check if he was alright. He looked up at her and
smiled. She put her hand jot and helped him to his feet.
"We need your help," said the Sheik.
"For what?" said Cascadilla.
"We need to defeat the Neb-raskans," he replied.
"Sure, no problem," said Cascadilla. She called out to Perkchip, but
he was too busy eating the kangaroo's head.
