Work Shed

Chased into the work shed, they slam the door as their pursuers beat on it.

โ€œIt wonโ€™t hold!โ€ Aimee yells, grabbing a hammer. โ€œIโ€™ll smash, you carve!โ€

Ash lifts and revs a chainsaw. โ€œGroovy!โ€

The door swings, and fang-mouthed mutant pumpkins face desperate fury.


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