C80 Lucky Pencil

In the cafeteria, a man clutched his severed left hand, howling in agony as he watched a helmeted figure wielding a bloodied axe draw near. His terror reached a crescendo.

He had been hiding in a large soup-cooking vat in the cafeteria, surrounded by ample water and food supplies, enough to last him a considerable time. But as the 12-hour mark loomed closer