The axe grazed Susan’s head and struck the lamppost with a resounding clang.
With her momentum carrying Susan to the ground, she tried to crawl away as fast as she could, but a foot pressed down on her back, pinning her to the ground.
Struggling to find her voice, she managed to shriek, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t know…”
“Bitch.” The word came out low and in an offhand way, sounding pale against the thunk of the axe into Susan’s head a second later.
Wrenching his chosen tool free, he turned toward the building where the other were hiding.