Killer Bunni

You step into the dark, dusty gas station, walking across the creaking floorboards. Wait! What’s that… the counter is lined with a row of people dressed in frilly white outfits… and reeking of death. You take a step closer to the horrifying sight and — SLAM! — the door shuts behind you. You wheel around to see *her,* the Killer of Hare Hollow, cast in the moonlight, scarlet blood dripping off her smoking chainsaw. “Lost, sweetie?”