September 25, 2018

I was being chased down the alley by someone driving a car calling me a traitor. I eventually managed to find an open door and walked into the house and closed the door shut behind me. With no way to lock the door, I had no choice but to hold it shut by leaning my body against it. I looked up to see my brother and father in the room. Apparently it was game night.

A hand slid out from underneath a door and it was holding a handsaw. I promptly stomped on the arm and the saw slipped out onto the floor. I reached down to grab the saw and started to saw at the arm. I was making little progress with the arm and felt increasingly uneasy with each push and pull. I looked up again and asked if anyone had a hammer, thinking that bashing the arm with something blunt would cause me to wince less than trying to cut it off.