How do you plan to use this thing? You plan to bash his whacko killer face in, that's how!

You don't lunge toward him, though. You know he's strong and smart, and you've got to be smarter. Instead, you take a step back, holding the rake up across your body with both hands in a defensive posture.

"Stay the hell away from me," you spit.

You hope you can draw him out of the shadows and into the light cast through the huge broken window of the barn.

Up until now, the nameless woman you know is here with you in the barn has been silent, but her cry splits the tense moment like a knife. There are no words in that cry; it's the scream of a terrified, trapped animal, perhaps a senseless reaction to the sounds of your tussle with Wes.

Wes glances toward the stall with a look of fury on his face, and you take your chance. You swing your rake with all your might. Where are you going to hit him, Kendall?

Go for the knees! Take out his mobility! [[Go to Chapter 55.]]

Go for his head! You are not messing around! [[Go to Chapter 57.]]