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get right on top of him to try.  Plus it might take multiple hits to do the trick, but he could use that saw to put an end to her with one swing.  She needed something better.
    Dawn scanned the length of his gargantuan body, and spotted a machete strapped to his leg.  In a provisional sheath, it quickly captured her attention as if heaven’s light bore down from the clouds, illuminating it.  Thank you, God.  She smiled maniacally as she went for the blade.
    She understood she was no longer in control of herself, and that somehow her body was acting without her mind’s consent.  She’d read about the ability to survive on animalistic instinct in books, or magazine articles featuring a mother that had lifted a bus to save her kid trapped underneath it.  But, she’d never believed in it, until now.  No matter what, she would survive this. 
    Dawn’s fingers gripped the machete’s handle and tugged but it wouldn’t rip free.  She kept trying, yet it still remained in the same spot.  By this point he was lethargically becoming alert to what she was doing and began to swat at her hands. His attempts were feeble, but it wouldn’t be long before he’d regained his strength.  Then she noticed a flap folded over the handle, a thin rope looped through the bottom and tied around the machete.  A latch.  Trying a different approach, she grabbed the holster with both hands and jerked with all she had. It snapped free from his belt.  She stumbled back, falling flat on her rump. The coarse ground lacerated her buttocks, sweltering like a carpet burn sprinkled with salt. 
    Dawn fidgeted with the fastener, but from the intensity of her trembling hands, it was nearly impossible.  Her attacker began to sit up.  The chainsaw puttered steadily from the ground beside him.  He adjusted his mask.  Once it was precise, she could see the infuriated scowl through the torn notches in the white hood.  His eyes narrowed, only showing dark black orbs inside. He snatched the chainsaw, holding it between his spread legs proudly like it was his massive penis.  He revved the motor a few times, taunting. 
    Dawn jerked the machete free of the sheath. The lengthy blade looked as if it could slay a dragon, and she needed both hands to hold it. It was rusted from the countless blood stains of his multiple victims. 
    He’d managed to get to his knees. Bringing his right foot forward, he braced himself in a worshiping stance. 
    Screaming like a feral brute, she charged, and attacked like one.  She swung frantically, not caring what she hit as long it was a part of him.  And, she managed to do this multiple times.  Once or twice in the chest, slashing his arms, legs, whacking him across the head. The blade gouged deep into his chest, and she had to prop her foot against him to wrench it free.  
    Chunks of meat and swatches of clothing went flying around her. 
    Finally, he dropped onto his side.  The chainsaw remained stalwartly clutched in his hand.  Was it glued!?!  His clothes, drenched in his blood, were torn and shredded in various spots.  Dawn’s confidence had strengthened enough that she crossed over to him, one foot and then the next.  She stepped on something sharp, but ignored it.  He rolled onto his back as she stood over his head, placing one foot next to each of his ears, giving him a good view between her legs.  Although, he kept his right hand on the grip of the saw, she doubted he had the strength to lift it. 
    She had won. 
    Raising the machete into the air, she rolled it through her hands. With the tip pointed down, the handle gripped in her hands, she was prepped to finish him off like a druid administering a sacrifice.  She gazed him over one last time.  He coughed up a wad of blood; it trickled down the sides of his mouth. 
    She smiled.
    Then she brought the machete down for the killing blow. 
    It stopped abruptly, veering her weight forward, and toppling her over him.  When she hit the ground,