Happy Face

You stay down until the maniac comes back a few minutes later. He whistles, reaching into the pigpen for the corpse. He stops suddenly. He growls loudly and slowly, turning around on his heels to face you. You seem him in all his grotesque glory. He's fat, blood stained hands hang by his side, a big meat cleaver gleaming threateningly. He's wearing a pig mask it looks like... you peer closer. You control yourself not to vomit when you realize it is an actual pigs head on top of his! You feel so sick! What did you do to deserve being here? Your thoughts are interrupted as he runs sloppily towards you, screaming in his deep dreadul voice, "STUPID FILTHY PIG. YOU NASTY BASTARD GET IN YOUR PEN." He swings his cleaver at you, but you roll to the side. You jump to your feet, scrambling to the doors. locked.. You fall as two wet hands grab your feet. Your head hits the cobblestone, pain throbbing on your temples. He drags you away, your last glimpse of freedom escaping you.

So close, but wrong choice!