Ash Williams is in his element; when creatures start drooling and monsters start demanding brains, he applies what he's learned through a thousand Deadite attacks to the situation. He gets to higher ground, starts his saw, and whistles to draw as much attention away from the fleeing hordes of uninfected humans as he possibly can. Everything else ( Read more... )

She feels as though she's waited for years for it to come 'round again. But at last the leaves have turned orange, the sky a a mild chambray blue, and the air is heavily scented of apples and burning peat fires. Autumn has arrived, and with it brought a wildness to Sheila's blood that burns untamable in her eyes ( Read more... )

Ash knows the sensation, when it overwhelms him. That devilish urge in the fingers, making them roam involuntarily across the surface of the doorframe ( Read more... )

There's a terrific, deafening noise as Ash throws the thing that's materialized in his lap against the wall of the lobby ( Read more... )

For once, Ash knows exactly what's going on. He's marked off every single day they've been in this dump, keeping careful track of how long they've been there. Once the dates circle back to January, he starts making plans. He counts until he lands on what he thinks the precise day should be. This is the most effort he's ever gone to for a woman ( Read more... )

Ash Williams is used to humiliation ( Read more... )

His name is Ash, Last thing he recalls? Being on Aisle three of the shopping store he happens to work at in full S-Mart uniform, there was a cute lil' number with peroxide hair and a mini-skirt so mini you could see pretty much everything, too bad Ash was ten minutes away from clocking off his shift and asking for her phone number then again even ( Read more... )