James Earl Cash

James Earl Cash moved through the scene, hosting a bloody bat in his hand. All this running and murdering quickly turned exhausting, Cash hadn't killed anyone for far too long, all of this action in one night was getting to him.

And so, taking his risks, he rushed into a close-by cabin, attempting to catch his breath. Collapsing to the ground, he put the bat away, instead taking out a nail gun, bracing himself in case of a sudden attack.

Shuffle shuffle...someone was outside. He cussed under his breath, reloading the gun and scrambling to his feet, aiming it at the door.