“Heh. Any last words? Heh, heh.”
There will always be criminals to execute, and Redcap Rodney’s headsman’s axe will always be ready. Always, that is, except when the scourge of zombies pushes into the cities, wiping out criminals and the lawful alike, threatening the very survival of humanity and, more importantly, threatening Rodney’s comfortable state of employment. For the moment, Rodney has moved from decapitating criminals to decapitating zombies. The swing is a little different, the results a little more messy, but his hood was already red. A hundred or a thousand zombies worth of blood won’t dye it – or his hands – any darker.