There are a man and a woman shouting at each other in the parking lot.

They got here around ten minutes ago in a car and have been shouting at each other since then.

Sometimes the woman pushes the man away and he gets angrier and angrier.

The women that are usually here during the night moved away from them, it seems like they don’t like staying near people shouting.

The man just opened the car from the large door on the back and is taking something out.

I’ve seen those things! Some of the man with a yellow suite on the red truck had them. It’s an axe.

I wonder what he wants to do with it.

He’s shouting at the woman while he shows her the axe.

He’s… he’s…

Nooooo!

He is crushing the windows of the car.

Why?!

He crashed all of them and now he’s hitting some trash bins.

How can someone get so furious he starts doing such cruel things?

Oh.

He’s coming towards me.

No.

Don’t do it.

He’s lifting the axe above his head.

No no no no no no.

Aaaah!

A crack appears on me as the axe strikes.

Stop!

He doesn’t stop, he can’t hear me and he keeps hitting me with the axe.

I crash, axed to death.