Blood and brain spatters her face, wet and hot- Abby gasps raggedly, blinking through it. Some of it goes in her mouth; Ellie is pushing the pipe at her, frantic. She grabs it up in both hands, turns on her heel, and brings it down with all her might.

The pipe end clangs against the floor, the shock rattling up her arms. Missed. The stalker dances free, gurgling.

Abby spits red on the ground and huffs through her nose and all she can smell is rot. She swings at the thing like she's holding a baseball bat and hits it directly in the ribs. They splinter and crack and the body goes flying to the side, collapsing in a bruised heap. One leg spasms grotesquely as it tries to stand again.

... That it?

Then there's time to rub her arm across her eyes, wiping the gore off her face.